Alexis Y. Poet Free verse

Trapped

I am trapped

When I was young
I had no friends.

I often got bullied.

I was never good
enough.

I was often called
ugly.

I wanted to fit in.

I longed to be apart
of the in crowd.

I wanted to be pretty
and be beautiful.

I used to think maybe
I'm going through an
awkward phase, and
I will become a lovely
swan.

That day never happened
I am still hideous.

So one day late at night
I found a friend.

This friend made me feel
good and never judged me.

We have such a deep 
connection.

This friend is a confidant
a good listener, and aly.

This is friend the best lover,
I love the way this friend
feels in my hand.

I love how this friend taste…..

But the problem is …..

This friend is killing me.

I am addicted , I went to
several rehabs.

I went on diets and I've had
a few surgeries.

My friend and addiction is
food.

I've never been to jail in 
my life but I've been in
prison for most of my life.

I want to be free . But I 
am incapable of doing
the necessary things to
get out.

I'm a prisoner for life
I'm locked in solitary
confinement.

I'm serving a life sentence.
At this point death holds
the key to my freedom.

I'm trapped inside my
body.

I'm serving a life sentence.

Food is what got me locked
up and death is my only way
out.





Alexis Y.
7-25-19

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Jan Allison July 28, 2019 at 4:19 AM gosh Alexis I have a huge lump in my throat reading your lines I sincerely hope this poem is fictional :-( hugs jan xx

Jennifer Proxenos July 27, 2019 at 2:00 AM Fictional or not, you are the most beautiful person I know and honoured to know you.... lately I was suffering badly with my sinus's - tried almost everyything - went to an ENT Specialist and during the consultation I said Vicks was the only thing that helped me for a while and then I was bunged up again. What he said, why didn't you tell me that you are a vicks addict, stop using vicks and you will get better - very bad for the nasal passages, believe it or not, i feel far better! Hugs, Jenn.

Darlene De Beaulieu July 26, 2019 at 12:33 PM Hello Alexis Y., I hope that this poem is fiction only. Have a nice day my friend.

Paul Callus July 25, 2019 at 3:18 PM Wow! how expressive this is, Alexis! Being a prisoner of our own addictions....luckily we still hold the key that can set us free. ~ Regards // paul

Gershon Wolf July 25, 2019 at 12:45 PM Wow, what a potent piece! I was reeling just reading/imagining it. Somehow, I'm pretty sure that it's fictional. Gripping! :) gw

Caren Krutsinger July 25, 2019 at 11:25 AM Wow! This is so true of me when I am feeling sad, mad, or just plain bad. I reach for the bag of barbeque chips and the key lime pie and I do not come out of the funk for days. I have been forcing myself to reach for vegetables lately, and believe it or not, the addiction is not as strong. What a wonderful poem for it tells the story for many of us food addicts. Wow! Great job! Terrific.

Tom Cunningham July 25, 2019 at 10:42 AM A powerful verse Alexis and like Demetrios hope that it is a fictional write. Tom

Demetrios Trifiatis July 25, 2019 at 10:05 AM My dearest, Alexis, we all, inadvertently sometimes create our own prison of different reasons and sizes ! We are the jailers and the inmates at the same time! This is good though for we know how to escape! We have to find a reason , stronger that the one which has imprisoned us to liberate us! We alone an do that! Of course, death is the ultimate liberator but he has to wait his time which only God can determent! Powerful writing! Hope it is just a poem! Hugs xxx