For my original sin
I'm paying again

For a choice I made long ago
When I was young and did not know

I did not know, loving someone
Could keep you under that gun

Let me set the scene
Of how he was so mean

I endured all his beatings
The only sound, my pleadings

Years spent in his prison
Under constant supervision

Found the key
Set myself free

It was years and years ago
But he still finds where I go

Moved towns and home
Trying to end his syndrome

His mother manipulated my kids
Now he knows where I live

Doors and Windows bolted down
A waiting game till he comes to town

Last time it ended with me in the woods
***** and bruised, because he could

This time it will end in blood and gore
Only question is, which end of the knife I will explore

She was in her heavy, heavy
          Auspicious reds
On that cold winter's night,
When he arrived in white.

She stood shivering, dreaming
Of domestic bliss
And watching mindless films
On new couches with the plastic still on them
And pitter-pattering little feet.
She didn't know the names
Of some of the things she wanted
But she wanted them anyway.

All she got was barked orders
Of "have tea ready by 6 am sharp,"
And "you missed a spot."

And she is shackled
Under the weight
Of her oppressive reds.
She is scrubbing; she is trapped;
She lines her forehead every day,
Right where her hair is parted,
With the red of her blood
And devotion.

And he whispers to her
In the silence of the night that's on their shoulders by now
When they're at a traffic light,
Waiting on the blink,
"I'll send you a bill,
For each day and
                                night."

I am a prisoner to the outside .
I am never getting in .
I am flowing with the gentle tide
That does not flow within .

You keep me here ,
Never letting me free
Not even when I shed the tears
You will never ever see

I remain on the outside ,
Never getting out .
No matter how much I've tried ,
You will never hear me shout .

Although my cries are silent .
My thoughts run deep ,
My eyes are a red tint ,
My eyes tired of , weep .

I observe from the outside .
Freedom is what I will never gain .
I am drowning in the gentle tides .
A prisoner I will remain .

My tongue misses the dance with yours
Like thirsty sand on a draughtful shore
Not doubtful, I’m sure you will quench me again
Like it lost from beginning, till what lies on end

My bed has been sinking to only one side
Some eyelids fall sneaking atop these eyes
Wafting the moon with me while the sun starts to hide

Under the foot of my bed
I see you tonight only in my head

Only in my head

My past is like a stain that paints each new place, and face.

A mind which seeks release and an essence that continues to cease.

'Tis a burden resting within my body, disallowing any newfound story.

"Dusty dialogues, foggy monologues."

Sentences strewn about and borrowed, without much doubt.

Quotations so seemingly true, I resort to attaching myself to more than a few.

Spirals in which I continue; imprisoned words I need to see through.

We see each other
I reach to you; you to me
The glass between us is soundproof
But I can still see your beautiful lips scream,
And I know that I am the reason why.
These clothes are too cumbersome;
I am dragged to the ground by the weight on my shoulders
I can feel the metal digging into flesh
I want to break down this wall
I would rather be anywhere but here
Where everything is gray
Where my mind is clouded in both misery and sedatives
I want to be free again
I want us
I have become a prisoner
And you could not stop it from happening
Fate cannot be changed
You bring your hand up to meet mine
Until you realize you have to hold your own hand.

School is like a prison.
not in the traditional sense,

Students must do as the warden says,
completing work or receiving a penalty,
act a certain way or be punished.

And if they don't complete their sentence,
they are doomed to a life that could be better