Dying

Controlled to extremes
Unable to move
Without you leering at me
I slowly starve of reality
Of air
Suffocating
Drowning
'Me' 
Dies
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Kroeger Avatar
April 24, 2009 at 8:47 AM
WOW!!! AWESOME!!!!
Winter Avatar
April 13, 2009 at 3:55 PM
Hope this is not a reflection of your reality. Being controlled in a relationship is a nightmare. A very sad and intense write. Love, Shar
Shango Avatar
April 13, 2009 at 5:08 AM
When "me" dies, does not the soul bloom a true self to light? Anna Marie, I feel deep echoes of he gospel's work in the brevity and power of this. Nice job.
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