Caged in Porcelain

A poem about my ex..

Locked in a cage,

Bounded by love,

Pressed under the weight of my fickle heart.

I'm trapped here for eternity. 

Like an incubus in the ebony sphere of an arclight.

Though I am not a possession of evil.

Nor am I of light.

I only know of one thing; My love for him.

But I won't let myself slip into his slimey grip again.

The demon of love-deception.

Neglecting the innocence of a girl.

I lay in the swirl of porcelain,

Staring at the bottom.

Blood bleeds into white, a contrast I've come to admire.

The black pit opens up.

My demon awaits.

The porcelain of my sleepless nights strips away.

Like chipped paint.

I'm sucked in.

His greedy, cold fingers wrap around my scars.

AND HE YANKS.

I'm helpless.

But for some reason, I want to be.

I want to be controlled, weak.

I want to fall into his trap.

I'm locked in a cage...

Who holds the key?

Reviews

[MaliKate]

I'm not sure as to who you intended to hold the key, but truth is, I think you are! You say you want to be controlled and weak, and you want to fall into his trap. But then what if you didn't want to? Then you'd fight, wouldn't you? So you'd be holding the key to let yourself out of there.

I love the description and the way this is so beautifully written, almost cryptic with the question at the end. My interpretation might not be correct but I myself find it relatively plausible.

Terrific job, you have a natural talent that already I adore. I'm keen to look at more of your work.

- M.

[minnie:)]

This poem is sad. Shows that you're giving up even though you don't want to. Though you're not able to try because you're being controlled. Very good writing.
~Minnie

[pandorascollar]

I really love this poem, it holds a lot of meaning.