*She's
been
walking
down
the same never-ending,
winding corridors,
Dimmed lights,
***** white walls,
no windows,
no doors,
square-tiled floors.
Dragging
her
feet
for what seems like
an eternity,
Stupid girl!
Her mind in a whirl!
Holding hope for an exit,
dreaming about
what it would be like
on the other side of those walls--externally.
Accustomed to the restrictions - sadly!
Hurting, defeated, anxious - badly!
Imprisoned mentally!
Acknowledging it, finally!
No denial, there, nor here!
You'd think she'd be over the fear;
Well, she's not!
She still hurts alot!
All alone in her mind
with her messy thoughts
and her regrets,
She's given away so much
unconditional love,
her heart and soul
have many outstanding depts.
She's had way too much time
to think about
all of the ****
that she's been through!
She hasn't healed,
those ***** walls don't understand,
they listen,
but they haven't any clue!
She's
kept
moving
down
those same corridors,
never wanting to look back,
With only one direction,
you'd think it be impossible
that she would get so lost...
I mean, after all,
it's a one-way ****** track!
But she did,
and she always does, too!
Getting confused, and lost,
for her, is nothing new!
She found herself
in those deserted corridors
at a very young, tender age,
Don't know how or why
it happened to her,
I can't even begin
to try to explain it
on this page.
I wish i could,
it would probably help her alot
if i did,
But it's a very long story,
winding and never-ending,
just like those corridors,
so it's best that I don't lift the lid.
She doesn't want to look back,
I
guess
she'll
just
keep
going
down
the same
relentless,
hopeless
track!
By Lady R.F.(C)2017*
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
*She's
been
walking
down
the same never-ending,
winding corridors,
Dimmed lights,
***** white walls,
no windows,
no doors,
square-tiled floors.
Dragging
her
feet
for what seems like
an eternity,
Stupid girl!
Her mind in a whirl!
Holding hope for an exit,
dreaming about
what it would be like
on the other side of those walls--externally.
Accustomed to the restrictions - sadly!
Hurting, defeated, anxious - badly!
Imprisoned mentally!
Acknowledging it, finally!
No denial, there, nor here!
You'd think she'd be over the fear;
Well, she's not!
She still hurts alot!
All alone in her mind
with her messy thoughts
and her regrets,
She's given away so much
unconditional love,
her heart and soul
have many outstanding depts.
She's had way too much time
to think about
all of the ****
that she's been through!
She hasn't healed,
those ***** walls don't understand,
they listen,
but they haven't any clue!
She's
kept
moving
down
those same corridors,
never wanting to look back,
With only one direction,
you'd think it be impossible
that she would get so lost...
I mean, after all,
it's a one-way ****** track!
But she did,
and she always does, too!
Getting confused, and lost,
for her, is nothing new!
She found herself
in those deserted corridors
at a very young, tender age,
Don't know how or why
it happened to her,
I can't even begin
to try to explain it
on this page.
I wish i could,
it would probably help her alot
if i did,
But it's a very long story,
winding and never-ending,
just like those corridors,
so it's best that I don't lift the lid.
She doesn't want to look back,
I
guess
she'll
just
keep
going
down
the same
relentless,
hopeless
track!
By Lady R.F.(C)2017*
