A bird, caged in jealous possession,
by silent assassins of suppression.
Fate took her voice, as she flew to be free,
now her songs are whispers of misery.
Is she a victim of reality,
drifting into realms of insanity.
Childhood trauma effects her mentally,
confused why humans act so venally.
Waiting for her loved ones to return home,
she's developed guardian angel syndrome.
Helping others, despite her own torment,
soothing their burdens whilst they lament.
Her bilingual tongue suffers in silence,
but at least her heart is safe from violence.
The Silent One
8 October 2020
This poem is not about me. I'm not a woman.
I have stuck to ten syllables, but I know the meter is not perfect.
Categories:
venally, loneliness, pain, sad,
Form: Sonnet
My soul lives, but my heart has died
Societal norms and morals I no longer abide
I cast almost all of my humanity aside
to have my inner maverick flow inside
The only human I can believe in is me
In doing this, I am now free
By no longer caring what others think,
it is impossible for me to shrink
My soul is almost hollow of emotion
but as I intended, this would be a powerful promotion
No matter what corruption society throws at me in ways venally,
nobody can stop me spiritually and mentally
Emotional pain, now nearly impossible for me to feel
as well as from others, I'm busy using affirmations to refine my steel
Most of life is a lie, so I refuse to be grateful
I am blissful with what I have, though I'm almost completely hateful
My fight with the world, mentally and spiritually, is eternal
After much practice with my talents, I shall record victories in a journal
Forever like this, I shall stay true
because I will say once more that most of life is untrue
Categories:
venally, dark, deep, heart, identity,
Form: Couplet