Trapped

Trapped

A Poem by Diana Owen Busy with Life BBS!

Sleep induce memories from a
long ago past.
Has taking me down a lonely path.
I cry to the sandman as he laughs
From above, like my pain and misery
is his orgasmic love.

Please oh please leave me be,
these visions that hammer so
endlessly.
My mind is exhausted from all this loss,
but it isn’t just my heart that it cost.
Each night I lose just a little of me,
that person I once use to be.
Something inside me has seem to snap,
as mere mortality has come to pass.

Please help me,
Help me.....
Wake me up from this madness,
a loneliness full of sadness.

Take away this agony that resides inside my soul,
the pieces of what use to be me, whole.

My sorrow lost to the masses of despair,
flanked by the horror of knowing my heart
has been stripped bare.

I am trapped in my own head in a drugged
state of my own stupidity , all I ask is to wake
from this dream of longevity.
or lose myself forever in the bleak darkness of
death,
the only end to this hell is with my last breath.

This coma that keeps me under, screams for release
as the last sound I hear is a long steady beep.

 

 

 

© 2008 Diana Owen Busy with Life BBS!


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You have painted a masterpiece with language! I know what it feels like to have your heart ripped continuously to the piont that death seems the only release. Well Done ~ N

Posted 16 Years Ago


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i know this feeling

Posted 16 Years Ago


A flash of mugshot filled with emotions.
It's so heart ranging that it feels like a blind man dying and knocking at the deaf man's door.

'I cry to the sandman as he laughs'
- This is the line that can be printed for eternal.

Posted 16 Years Ago


I love this poem it is really graphic.

Posted 16 Years Ago


While reading this my father came in several times but saw I was too consumed by what I read and didn't bother me. I was consumed by your poem because I've been in this place, I'm still in this place but the pain has lessened and I've come to not feel many of the emotions other's do. It is like I have become numb emotionaly, like when your hand becomes numb and no matter how many times you hit it you feel no pain. write this as my new kitten sits next to me, okay now he's on my laptop below the keyboard.
~Mita

Posted 16 Years Ago


Such sadness, pain and heartbreak here. I feel for you, dear writer, to know the pain of memories best left alone.

Posted 16 Years Ago


The imagery in this piece alone leaves me breathless. You captured my attention from the very first line to very the very last and I can honestly say that the moment I finished the one word that issued from my lips was an awestruck: "Wow."

Posted 16 Years Ago


ahhhhhhhhh. This hurts me to the core. I know this place, these feelings, this anguish. You've done a masterful job weaving this into existence. I'm sorry if this is your current state, as since I know what it's like, I'd never wish it on another. Excellent piece, it hit like a brick.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Amazing piece of work. Fantastic!
Sandra♥

Posted 16 Years Ago


very good use of imagery in this piece and flow is very good too... very impressive and very deep ... great job

Posted 16 Years Ago


i like this as well...
feeling of loss here and wanting to blow my brains out.
is a good thing or bad thing
nice write

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Diana Owen Busy with Life BBS!
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I am a 36 year old married female.. My passion is to write. My genre is mostly in paranormal, paranormal romances and fantasy fiction. I have three wonderful children (Danyale 19- Josh 16 and Kymb.. more..

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