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Jan 2010
I am trapped, trapped to where I can't even see, every move I make becomes a tragedy
my minds expansion makes me little, so small that I am invisible to your social riddle
I want let loose, to smile at myself, but I am trapped in a state of health
my heart is sick and my soul is dying, my mind is spinning while my voice is crying:
Take me away from all this drama, God please, if you show me the way I will gladly leave
I am like that girl you see, who watches her life go by unpredictably, who wants to scream, who wants to awaken to see that life as it seems had only been an eternal dream.

SDPope
Written by
Stephanie D Pope
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