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The Body Cage
I don’t want to go back to that place
But with every breath you push me
One step closer to the edge
Where my fear grows deeper
As I know what to expect.
My heart has already broken
My soul is damaged, too
There’s no hope of replacing it
And all I have is thanks to you.
A piece of me wants it
But mostly I’d avoid that place if I could
But with every word you speak
You push me one step further to losing my sanity
To losing every part of what is me.
You’ve drilled it into my head
For twenty three years you’ve made me believe
That I am never good enough
Unless I go back to that place and do as you please.
I’m trapped in your cage of false imagery
Where all I can hear is your voice tormenting me
You tell me things I already know
But you say it in a way that makes me want to die
I know no matter what I’ll never please you
But no matter what I’ll always believe you’re right.
I don’t want to go back to that place
But you’ve pushed me way too far
I’ve fallen
I’m lost
And this time, there’s no way out.
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I like the tone of it all, but the one thing that I wish is that you could describe this place that is so frightening. I sense there is more to the story tha what you reveal in the penultimate stanza. N'est-ce pas?
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| Such a sense of urgency, need, and dispair. You convey the emotions in words that are hard to speak for themselves, blending then, winding them together, and making them tell the story beautifully. |
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