Imprisoned

So lost, so hopeless, and so alone

The bright world hid beneath a veil

Fingers spread wide never feel a thing

Unable to find her way in a foreign land

 

Spinning in circles, blind and naked

Confusing an already fading mind

Rendered helpless, she collapsed in the dust

Head spinning, breath stolen, heart racing

 

Noises rushing past her ears
Sounds of impending danger near

“Spin me ‘round again, my love”

She plunges into the deep

 

Told countless times she’ll never win

She finally accepts the fact

Hiding desires to throw off the blindfold

Lost in the dark, too scared to see

 

A savior standing at the window

Calls her name from time to time

Warm hands reach to break her chains

The step towards peace, afraid to take

 

So hopeless, so lost, and so alone

She hides the world behind its veil

Imprisoned in a mind long lost

Afraid the light will be her snare

Author's Note

Title subject to change. I couldn't think of a good one at the time.

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

It's amazing how a person can suffer to the point where they are afraid of happiness. It's a nightmare to see a person become jaded enough to accept this kind of pain as their life. Humanity naturally fears the unknown. Its a shame when the unknown is peace. I found an amazing depth in this poem. You really poured your heart into this one.

[HappyTaylor]

I really love the imagery and rhythm to this piece. Just reading the words aloud to myself( Yes that is how I read poetry. haha) gave me shivers. I love this poem all around.

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This is really powerful and I really liked it. I can feel the emotions in the poem as well. Like I am imprisoned in my own mind and that I am trapped on a burning building in the middle of nowhere. That's just my opinion. I really think this is great. This is something I would read over and over again. Thanks for sharing. :)

[Chantel]

This is an amazing write, vivid imagery and I could definitely feel it. Keep writing!

[Coyote Poetry]

It is easy to get lost and confuse and can't find the way to the light. A powerful poem. I could feel the struggle. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Rory CJ Frankson]

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Beyond the window, warm... sunlight streams. The dreams... delivered.
Taken in the fears granted... or, taken. For a sign. The shiver, the call..
a loneliness. Is rendered.
Forbidden. We the strangers in all crowds, that frown. Look, to see her.
You...
Reach, for that blackness present. That the weight, of this image.
Cannot erase.

--Still, the writ stands, and there. Is alone a pale pain. In glass.

The stretch, to passions sleep. I Am. I am an adult. Why does that child, just stand there. Right outside my window. What, is she asking... why. Why and then, again... shift. Womanly? Yawn limbs so blithe... seeming, disinterest. Look away.

Turn away to the sufferance feeling and reading and seeing again. This vividness a, window. The pain fogged like a breath, and writing. Writhing her, name... from the outside. I almost... see, her face. This ghost, the feel, I read. The story and its content, to tear. And, render. The female flesh, to the bone? Of why & why not. Who am I. who is she. Is she a friend figment.
Ah breath. Upon my window...

--warm.

An image to repay... reply, and engage. Her? Will he... will, he still. Need me, talk to me. As this image, does. This vivid story so engaging. So what? I wish a man. My man, appear there. On the other side of this pain. See me, a

--woman!

Not that little girl, that stands, on the other side, a warm window... indecisive.
Looking in, leaving a messages. With a ghost whisper. Love me! As I am...

--tenderness

What? I'm a man. I want you! But you escape me. Run for the meadow... lose me. I desire, to follow this Image. This illustrative edge, of my somehow... Otherness and, self. She leaves me messages, I cannot read. I sob, at times at the pane of glass and no reflection, but... A vision, inside.
A woman, to me.
A beautiful woman... Chocolate an smooth. Like a dream, a princess, ah God!
An image. So full. Regret, sufferance.

--pain.

He stands and walk away, from me. Awake, in my dreaming. To pour coffee. Stir his desires.The shades, between. Blocked, my flayed... their reflection warm. Against the frustration. He, is in my dream. My man. My hope shatters. Feeling his seed, for loves burdens need, an I can't see...
Why, why. I'm a woman... a woman. Not this...

--reflection.

Go away ghost... I want, desire and why. Do I hold back. Die with my own bitter disposed view, peeping in. On myself, knowing. My name...

--envy

I'm the ghost. In the window

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Trials of Imprisoning. Cattie. Imprisoned, in this reflection. A very good title.

Love Ro...

[aftervision]

when pain blocks happiness one falls deeper then he/she can recover from -- love the energy sent out in this sos

[Tina Kline]

This is full of despair and feelings of being hopeless to change the situation. Very dark and emotional write. Rather frightening to think of being in such a position.

[Nianque]

All readers will surely come away with something different. Emotional for such. Despair is in there strong. Dark and intriguing, I want more.

[Ruth]

This is deeply emotional
A poem that leaves the reader moved and thinking:)
xx