Prisoner of Words

They say through the words

of a poet,

you can paint beauty into pain.

 

Wish I could paint that

picture pretty.

 

To write myself free,

of the hell I created.

 

Wish the pages would

swallow my tears.

 

Separating my

(securities)

from the lines they fall

(in) between.

 

Instead they reflect

upon me, a

prisoner of what

I feel, but cannot say.

Reviews

[T. R. Writer]

Wow. I really wish more people would read and comment on your poetry because it is absolutely touching and mind blowing (perhaps before the infamous crash you had many reviews, I don't know).