Rescue me from this horrid place
Where my mind melts
Where it is drilled until holey as lace
And inside my skull are welts
Inflicted by this cruel being
Stuffing my head with only his meaning
Driving away my thoughts free and blithe
Taking hold of my brain causing it to writhe
Against its calcified womb
The orbs that join my brain in this tomb
Search out, and watch ideas fly out
With so much pressure of their push they zoom
And the watery orbs observe without
A single move to stop the process
Instead they try on a blue dress
A flag of their regret
That they remain so set
Within this sinking tomb
Words slip in through the fleshy gates
Yet none no longer escape the walls
Though the pallid lips stay in wait
Still any sound attempted quickly falls
When words finally escape the guard
They are only the ones of the supposed bad
No original thought any longer exists within
They fought the battle and did not win
Leaving behind only any empty tomb
About the Creator
Tina Rose
Life Long writer, Reader, tea lover, and Self care advocate.
Just trying to bring a little light and joy into this world.
My Instagram: @tina_rose91.
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Comments (1)
You are an amazing poet 🩷!