Trapped
Since a young age,
I've learned how to see
beyond the darkness -
but what has become of me?
Surrounded by blackness
and eerie silence,
gasping for air,
I can't move,
feeling lifeless and helpless.
What is happening to me -
is this paralysis of sleep
or a lucid nightmare.
Cramped for space
placed in a horizontal rectangle -
I can't feel my heart beat.
I'm afraid to close my eyes,
because then, no one will rescue me
maybe it's better if I fall asleep.
It's getting cold,
I can hear raindrops -
or is it my mother's tears.
I try to scream for her,
but the tongue is silent.
Am I hallucinating
or are they my father's hands
help me dad, help me...
Simple Musing
17 October 2020
Wanted to leave this poem open to interpretation.
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2020
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