I Exist Trapped

The palace of Injustice-
Breath is just a clock ticking.
Without love, your heart is just a wind up toy.
The chasm of Sorrows-
The channels of Pain-
Human beings, God’s beloved virus.
Billows of smoke expelled from my lungs, escaping my mouth like a prisoner from a chain gang.
I exist trapped in a snow globe filled with Beethoven’s fifth.


3 Comments Add yours

  1. Emily Darling says:

    Loving your poetry! I needed some inspiration to get me motivated to write again. 🙂

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    1. Many thanks! I enjoyed your blog and you inspired me to dig a little deeper within myself, to relate with others having no shame or fear. I am feeling more motivated all ready!
      dedhedpoet (Andrea)

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      1. Emily Darling says:

        You’re very welcome. Thank you! I enjoy your blog as well. 🙂 Thank you so much for taking the time to read my blog. It means a lot.

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