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Captured

A poem

By Amanda Nug Nug MeadowsPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Captured
Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash

Whispers in my head I hear it all so clearly,

negativity in my brain bordering on weary,

enemy caught me when I was very weak,

tortured me for the treasure that they sought to seek,

vigil I remained though I admit that they were close,

to destroying what I had that was saving me the most,

then I remember in that moment that I am stronger than I think,

so I started focusing on the other side of the chain link,

it keeps me strong it keeps me sane,

it keeps me going it keeps me trained,

and so the enemy caught me but I got out of their trap,

now I know where they're hiding I got them marked o my map,

You'd think that I'd call out the troops and take them by siege,

arrest them detain them and make them my liege,

treat them like dirt torture and maim,

paybacks a bitch and all for my pain,

but thats not how I roll for if I did I'd be them,

blood on my hands just brazen in sin.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Amanda Nug Nug Meadows

over 30 recovering drug addict, finally ready to get my life together and working hard to learn about life, myself and how to handle situations in life.

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