Best Poems Written by Mary Beth Graves

Gripping Fiend

Everyday, I awake, body as stiff as a 
     Board, or a slab of concrete.
     My kidnapper stabs at me all over, no hiding for me,
     So, I limp and gasp at my limitations, and cry.

      I cannot recall a time without kidnapper, pain.
      I wish often not to awaken again
      For this type of restraint cannot be logical
      Making me crazy.

Copyright © Mary Beth Graves | Year Posted 2013