Crippled
June 28, 2012 at 7:32 am | Posted in Life and Living | Leave a commentTags: poetry
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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