Trapped

Sleep induce memories from a
long ago past.
Has taking me down a lonely path.
I cry to the sandman as he laughs
From above, like my pain and misery
is his orgasmic love.

Please oh please leave me be,
these visions that hammer so
endlessly.
My mind is exhausted from all this loss,
but it isn’t just my heart that it cost.
Each night I lose just a little of me,
that person I once use to be.
Something inside me has seem to snap,
as mere mortality has come to pass.

Please help me,
Help me.....
Wake me up from this madness,
a loneliness full of sadness.

Take away this agony that resides inside my soul,
the pieces of what use to be me, whole.

My sorrow lost to the masses of despair,
flanked by the horror of knowing my heart
has been stripped bare.

I am trapped in my own head in a drugged
state of my own stupidity , all I ask is to wake
from this dream of longevity.
or lose myself forever in the bleak darkness of
death,
the only end to this hell is with my last breath.

This coma that keeps me under, screams for release
as the last sound I hear is a long steady beep.

 

 

 

Reviews

[*** Hey Jude***]

You have painted a masterpiece with language! I know what it feels like to have your heart ripped continuously to the piont that death seems the only release. Well Done ~ N

[Robert Luna]

Makes me think that a person is trapped in a way and their soul of imagination is trying to reach them to help. This was a different piece making my mind wonder why wouldn't one want to listen to their soul. Normal the people that can't hear their soul's are the one that already seem dead on the inside and their soul really don't wish to speak to the or has already left them. The way this piece makes me think and wonder was great and very enjoyable at the same time. You are definitely and wonderful writer in the way are able to write such pieces that climb into your readers head and play with their imaginations.

Great JOb!!!!!

[Helen Woodward]

This is scary stuff and extremely depressing. There is not the slightest ounce of hope here, it's all bad news. Inside a coma yet knowing what is happening around you is a very clever concept Diana and you have worded it well, but you need to round off some of your words like; sleep induc(ed) & has tak(en) It is the kind of nightmare nobody wants! You finished it logically with the flat line...Your work is interesting, which keeps your reader in there. The picture is apt, but you need to change it for your page as it is too big and affects the size and dimension of everything.
Good thoughts...
Helen :)

[Nathan Thompson]

VERY impressive Diana, and original. Pity we can't ask them if that is how people in coma's that don't wake up feel. Still excellent piece, keep it up.

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Damn! This was emotionally charged! "I am trapped in my own head in a drugged state of my own stupidity..."
This really got to me. You have a way with words that puts the piece deep within the reader's soul.

[V. K. Harris]

This is an excellent write, extreme emotions.

[Roxy's Writes Rocks th..]

Oh boy-
I have goosebumps now, that write was awesome Diana the crying out the intellect screaming for help to get out of the pit, i always call it the pit. I wrote a poem THE PIT. You were able to convey the desperation that grips literally the soul. The horrible black and white live or death choice this lowers us to.

I have been in this place. It is so visceral and yet everyone goes on about their business as if what? I do not exist?

I have never understood others who do not suffer from the depths of despair. Myself diagnosis was mis-diagnosis finally I crawled out on my own, taking away numbing pills PhD gave to me in bundles.

I was merely am a empathetic being a creative being that was surrounded by ignorant non caring loved ones who chose not to communicate not to be part-of -shirking their solemn duties during a period when I the glue, needed them the most.

Thank for this read, I loved loved and loved the graphics that is spooky stuff.

Peace- Roxy

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

So emotionally distressed.. it's hard when things from years past can still eat at us even when we have moved on to better things... regrets are a part of life as we get older and they build up after time... this hits home for me cause I know many nights I can't sleep thinking what if... Powerful work my friend.

[BrightEyes]

sorry that it took me a while to get to this but I hd just received news that a friend had died. He was in the hospital for a while...and well...wasn't in a state of mind to review this piece. this is a tragic write...it seems to me that there is a welcoming of death; seeing it as an escape from a life of pain...but also, there seems to be some underlying hope as well...making the ending so very sad. great write.


laura

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Diana, the picture screams agony.. so does the poem.. so sorrowful.. the feelings are right here in our face so bare and stark.. this is a sad poem.. a feeling of loneliness , even a bit of desperation floods over me as i read... this is a great poem .. very good writing and nice flow..

Chloe
xoxo