Trapped
Trapped
A mannequin of silence
I never knew a room could
Be so constricting, so small.
I haven’t eaten in days,
My stomach hurts like hell
I feel drained, worthless
I have nowhere to go
No one to lean on
No hopes
No dreams
I’m losing blood fast;
A puddle of crimson
Pooling all around me
My vision is faltering now
The world is turning black
I can’t hold on
I lay on the cold, smooth floor
My eyes sliding shut
I drift into a deep,
Deep, peaceful sleep,
Finally relieved.
Copyright © Kristen Wallen | Year Posted 2010
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