Trapped

Trapped

A Poem by SimplyDisastrous

 

Trapped

A mannequin of silence

I never knew a room could

Be so constricting, so small.

I haven’t eaten in days,

My stomach hurts like hell

I feel drained, worthless

I have nowhere to go

No one to lean on

No hopes

No dreams

I’m losing blood fast;

A puddle of crimson

Pooling all around me

My vision is faltering now

The world is turning black

I can’t hold on

I lay on the cold, smooth floor

My eyes sliding shut

I drift into a deep,

Deep, peaceful sleep,

Finally relieved.

© 2010 SimplyDisastrous


Author's Note

SimplyDisastrous
Free verse. Just something I decided to throw together last minute.

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A mannequin of silence... utterly fresh and brilliant as is the whole poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Not many people can live to tell this morbid tale that you have written. It is excellent, showing how someone who has finally lost sense of reality, dreams, goals, hopes, everything and finds release through crimson streams and cold resting grounds.
Excellent. xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


This was very good. You did a great job! :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

give you props for the creative use of mannequin..
good work..

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

for something thrown together, I can't help but envy the raw emotion radiating from it. Your imagery has me seeing through your eyes.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nice rhythm, great story behind it. The use of mannequin is perfect here, representing the lack of power and inability to control ourselves.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well this thrown together piece is outstanding. It has a piece of reality within it. Great write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on July 11, 2010
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SimplyDisastrous
SimplyDisastrous

Hartford, CT



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Hey. I used to be on here alot when I was 15. Now, not so much. I'm 18 now and I'm not nearly as depressing as I used to be, but still depressing enough. Message me and feel free to read my old poems... more..

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