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He held my hand, walking on the old road. His grasp, tighter than mine. I was happy. I was free. I was afraid. I was chained to a mad man. He looked at me and he smiled. I smiled back. He called me his, and I knew there was no escaping now. Three months. Cocain scares me. His alcohol makes him want me in a way that I cannot give. He yelled. He screams. He leaves me. I'm free again. I should be happy again. I'm afraid. Three months. He's gone. One night. Five minutes was all it took and I want to be his again. I'm chained to a mad man and he carries me around like a dead body he tries to avoid. I'm nothing with him. I'm nothing without him. I am nothing.
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Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 2:02 AM UTC
Chained to a Mad Man
He held my hand, walking on the old road. His grasp, tighter than mine. I was happy. I was free. I was afraid. I was chained to a mad man. He looked at me and he smiled. I smiled back. He called me his, and I knew there was no escaping now. Three months. Cocain scares me. His alcohol makes him want me in a way that I cannot give. He yelled. He screams. He leaves me. I'm free again. I should be happy again. I'm afraid. Three months. He's gone. One night. Five minutes was all it took and I want to be his again. I'm chained to a mad man and he carries me around like a dead body he tries to avoid. I'm nothing with him. I'm nothing without him. I am nothing.
marie-hackler
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Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 2:02 AM UTC
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