#bolted
braided by burdens
hidden from the wandering sun
my cage was bronze, my voice frozen
only could stretch once i was
unbolted, unjolted, of all these poisons
soaking into my psyche at every moment
altering the shade of joy, door left open
reruns from the demons, another opponent
the drink so potent, my ego stolen
a wordy poet silenced to biological atonement
Jun 10, 2023
Jun 10, 2023 at 3:04 PM UTC
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
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
She could not forget those behind bolted doors
(it was hard and heartless without those behind bolted doors),
she had heard the pitter patter and the quiet footsteps
of time that robbed and stole endless days of fun
it was the one treasure and unseen barrier
she could not walk through the open doors
'Memories will float like dusty leaves
on the windy way where paths made now were seldom warm'
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 9:27 AM UTC