Trapped

Trapped

A Poem by poetforlife

TRAPPED

 

Here I am again, the place I always seem to be

How'd I let myself fall so far, how did this come to be??

I've always stood on mountaintops, so proud of who I am

now I live a life of nothingness, it all is just a sham.

The darkness overcomes me in this dungeon of dispair

There are no tricks to crawling out, I'm TRAPPED, it isn't fair.

I thought that this was love and I gave it all I had

Now I'm living with a stranger lying in my bed.

My pain echos loudly off the wall of this abode

The twists and turns life sometimes brings, oh, how was I to know.

I hear my childrens voices echo phrases of regret,

I know they mirror what I feel and I haven't told them yet.

They sense it in my face, in my voice, in my tears

How can I let them see their mom waisting all these years?

For it is I who sets the mark to teach them how to love

I hide my eyes so they won't see the greatest cover up

How can I live triumphant when I'm trapped inside these walls?

I hope that they are not around to see them when they fall.

Then, I'll be trapped beneath the rubble that was once my happy life

Is it then that it all ends or the beginning of the strife?

I don't have the answers, all I really know

Is I'm TRAPPED in this prison with no other place to go

© 2008 poetforlife


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OMG!
This literally brought tears to my eyes
I am sitting here trying to hold them back so others dont see :(
I am living this life as we speak and know all to well the pain it brings
You have put into words what I could not
Great write! I am glad to have met you thru WC and look forward to sharing more thoughts
with you

Angel


Posted 15 Years Ago


this is wonderful my sister!!..keep it up!! TY for sharing:-)

Posted 15 Years Ago


ugh!! once again,, I totaly understand.. when you speak about your children it hits so deep,,, why can't there be just a medium where your heart doesn't seep!!!! greatness...

Posted 15 Years Ago



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This creative process is such a great outlet for me. You can pretty much tell my whole life through my poetry. I love to write. It is water, breath and air to me. It's the cheapest form of therapy I k.. more..

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