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
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