My mind is locked inside its own cell,
Even after years of time it still feels numb.
As a child I remember the glory of nature,
The smells , the sights and the sounds.
No-one could find me hiding behind the tree,
A sound from the house lost, caught and thrown.
Hours would pass, time never stopped,
It never worried me how cold or how wet.
But now I can't get those feelings back,
My desire to walk or leave the walls have disappeared.
I'm sad, lost and fighting for that comfort,
Desperate to feel and lose the dead inside.
Only I can help, only I can touch that inner child,
And spark my weary mind.
About the Creator
Annette Friar
I have come late to writing as I've had lots to do and no time to do it!
It's my time now so please be patient as I intend to practise, practise and practise......


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