under the table

Just a bit...or maybe a lot..

I can't say 
Im not able 
Even its day 
Still Im hiding 

his out there 
to take me away 
he did that to all those i care 
Im lost while finding the way

Im afraid 
Im cold as his heart 
my blood drained 
out of my body parts 

Im dead 
Not from yesterday or last night 
its been two months 
when i start fighting with myself 

his still out 
He will find me 
he knows that Im a freak 
he have tool to bind me 

his not big 
But he look 
Coz Im small 
My innocence he took 

His not powerful 
But he look 
He know how to use it 
his hand he hook 

he own the sun 
He paint to red 
he own the moon 
he plays till he have 

its 2:33 
moon is full and bright 
he will be gone by 5:13 
Im waiting till then 

Im a little cat 
Im not gonna make a sound 
Still it hurts 
Im linking my wounds 
under the table 

Reviews

[Inda]

Easily your best write so far! Some grammar issues, but otherwise fantastic!

[Laminators Dubai]

thank you! that was intentionally done.
great to see that coming.

[Sami Khalil]

You never know what goes under the table or tables in total darkness and secrecy...A good one...:)............

[Laminators Dubai]

thank you sami^^

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)............

[Vidya Bacchus]

well i wonder at your poetry dear glich.It is very interesting and thought provoking:)

[Laminators Dubai]

guess i succeed with this one. thank you vidya^^

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome:)