Inside Looking Out

Hand outstretched and eyes closed,

The women in this life have no choice,

They smile and they sit by the side of the road

Waiting for a bloody future to unfold.

I sit by the door, my hand on the handle,

Cuts from the shackles expose the bones in my ankle

Tears run quickly, cries fill my lungs,

What was I supposed to become?

A prized possession I was in my day,

Porcelain face and prices to pay,

The pain chipped off and fell to the ground

The heart in my chest doesn’t make a sound,

Am I supposed to just sit here and lay on my back,

Watch the stars and be closed in this trap,

Innocence away, burned and disguised…

You’re too preoccupied to see through these lies.

Defying authority by looking away,

Struggling to find another sick way,

Fighting the man and the stupid ideas

Sleeping in dirt and swallowing blood whereas

Another man smiles, his rotten teeth showed

His sickly intentions exposed.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

how lovely this is ,how true to yourself and admitting whats around..
hands stretched and eyes closed,do i ever have a choice..
they smile and sit there,waiting for future to unfold
tears run quick ,dries fills my chest,so oppressed
what am i to do ,whats to become of me,once a prize i was
in my day porcelain face and prices to pay..
pain took all over me and spilled to ground
my heart ,in chest never made a sound
shall i sit here and just lie on my back
watch the stars as i feel i am so trapped
so occupied ,will never see see your lies
no ,you just look away,to find another sick way
fighting the man and his stupid ideas
sleep in dirt ,swallow my blood and wait,yet for another
another man s smiles and showing some rotten teeth
sickly intentions seep through,and get exposed..
what lovely thoughts ,sorry its always this way with love,you can never trust it
you can never trust life or men,some are like babies ,some are like fools
lovely write..

[LaPluma]

Very dark read of men. There is alot of anger and hurt in this poem. Suppression of ones inner soul through what I took as a person being forced to live a life they had not chosen. Through your literature you will touch many.....I will read more of your poems. Thanks for being so honest with your heart.