The soul is something to nurture
To be touched with gentle hands
Will only blossom when cared for
By someone who understands
And your eyes feel like a dagger
Piercing through my skin
Puncturing vulnerable parts
Hidden deep within
Once full of serenity and strength
My body now lies hollow
An ocean of potential dried up
Empty pit where demons wallow
Drawing me in against my will
Like a fish caught on a line
Powerless to escape the hook
Captivity hard to define
Freedom drowned in a sea of regret
Pulled by the tide's direction
Swept up in the undertow
Waves crash and silence objection
Reasons remain a mystery
My heart caged without knowing why
Held hostage by past transgressions
Imprisoned by forces too great to defy
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 2:02 AM UTC
The soul is something to nurture
To be touched with gentle hands
Will only blossom when cared for
By someone who understands
And your eyes feel like a dagger
Piercing through my skin
Puncturing vulnerable parts
Hidden deep within
Once full of serenity and strength
My body now lies hollow
An ocean of potential dried up
Empty pit where demons wallow
Drawing me in against my will
Like a fish caught on a line
Powerless to escape the hook
Captivity hard to define
Freedom drowned in a sea of regret
Pulled by the tide's direction
Swept up in the undertow
Waves crash and silence objection
Reasons remain a mystery
My heart caged without knowing why
Held hostage by past transgressions
Imprisoned by forces too great to defy
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