A Living Oddity (www.alivingoddity.wordpress.com) is having a poetry contest. I feel the need to participate, and support my comrade in blogging. Now I don’t normally write poetry (as many of you know) so this probably won’t be anything special. I am excited to experiment with a new writing style though. We shall see how this goes.
Shackled to the walls.
Bruised. Bleeding. Broken. Naked. Exposed.
Darkness, complete darkness.
Feel your mind penetrate mine.
There is pain, a blinding pain.
The heart shreds to pieces.
You laugh, a maniac.
This is fun, all a game. I’m your toy.
You get bored; I’m used and worn.
Left locked in a cage, shackled to the walls.
Strain against chains, too weak to break free.
Head falls in dismay. Trapped forever.
A thin beam of light shoots through the darkness,
Illuminating the broken body.
A figure appears.
Fear. Has he returned?
Figure moves closer, slowly.
A gentle hand brushes away the tears.
Unlocks the shackles, supports the frail girl.
Carries her from her prison and into the light of day.