My Cry

Help, I'm hurting. It's dark, it's cold.

So many voices, but none say kind words.

I'm longing for that love.

He tries to give it to me, begging me to take it. Please.

If I do, I will only be lost.

Yet, am I not? Far from humanity and closer to the demons of hell.

They laugh, they sneer, and they point at me.

Only because I look to someone I cannot see,

Someone I cannot hear. Are they telling the truth?

Or are they false messengers?

So lost in faith and despair that I am sinking into the invisible pit of agony.

He is waiting for me at the bottom, he knew this would come. He knew.

Help me, save me.

His touch burns, it lingers on my skin,

Slowly ripping off the layers to expose the raw sanity.

His breath, deep and warm, you would almost think it were comforting.

It crawls down my throat, choking me.

His eyes permeate through me, deep to my soul,

Making it almost permanent.

Will it stop?

What if I do what he wants? Or will the longing only grow?

Tell me!

Should I complete his plan?

I don't know what to do anymore.

I want to end it all.

But in doing so, would that not only complete his plan?

Everything I do would only bring me one step closer to what he wants.

I'm selling myself, giving myself, letting him take control.

He becomes the puppeteer while I walk with strings.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

He becomes the puppeteer while I walk with strings.
Couold this be a manifestation of the "Stockholm Syndrome"?
---Where the victim falls in love with her abuser. The more
she is abused the more she loves him.
Very well written. I hope, if this is in fact about you, that
you will you will retreat to your room in the asylum with the
rest of us.
-----Eagle Cruagh

[Khristian Burkhart]

I have never heard of the "Stockholm Syndrome" so probably not.
This was in fact true but I had written this awhile back, about three years ago, and thank you.

[Eagle Cruagh]

There is not room on this page to do
credit to one of the most awe inspiring,
sensuous, exciting poems I have read.
Highly imaginative writing, beautiful technique,
sensuous, desiring.
Gifted,
---- Eagle Cruagh