Poor Thing

A Poem by Lunar Pup

Tied down

Kicking and screaming to be set free

Cold hands cover my lips

and hushes my cries

Such a poor thing...

Slapped and cut

Rubies fall from bare skin

Hand tight to my neck

Breaths short and few

Such a poor thing...

I cry out...

No one hears

A gun to my head

And all is silent

Such a poor thing...

Left bare and cold

Heart broken

His cold hands trace my skin...

Such a poor thing

© 2009 Lunar Pup

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register

Reviews

TheKaylaPup

*hugs* your poetry... *hugs*

Posted 15 Years Ago

Stats

99 Views
1 Review
Added on October 25, 2009

Author

Lunar Pup

Boone, IA

About

I really only write poetry... but it helps me let out stress so i do it in my free time... i write about basically anything but it all has meaning to me... and i cant rhyme.... well actually im gettin.. more..

Writing

Black Skies

A Poem by Lunar Pup

Change of Heart (past to ..

A Poem by Lunar Pup

Long ago

A Poem by Lunar Pup

[more writing]