Crippled

June 28, 2012 at 7:32 am | Posted in Life and Living | Leave a comment
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Back to visiting old poetry…

Staring at a blank canvas

That once ran patterns

of reds, blues, greens, white

The colors have been washed away

She’s stuck inside her mind

Buried alive

Under fear, heartache

confusion and delusion

she continues to breathe

She’s trapped inside her mind

Without an exit

The weight of despair

pins her down to the ground

paralyzing her

Staring at a blank canvas

I know she’s in there

Under the drugs, the regret

I catch a glimmer of light

and hold my breath.

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