Deep pools of heartache and sadness
spill from eyes like drops of liquid pain.

Contorted images of punishment and suffering
Twist and writhe just beneath the surface
Of a bruised and tattered form

Torturous memories
Devour and feast upon the dead carcasses
Of dreams and desires that once ran free
Within a realm of innocents

A heart held captive,
Bound by chains of broken promises and lies,
Held fast by the weight of fear and self pity,
Complacent to the illusion of change

The soul wanders lost within the mists of insecurity
As it searches frantically for that once loving hand
To lead it back into the light,
But only finding an angry fist
That forces it back into the darkness

How long must a nightmare continue
Before one can awake from its horror,
Or has this become the waking life
Of a content submissive
Trapped within one’s own brutal reality