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Immobile am I-
But I want to be able to fly.
Stuck in a hellish past-
Is this a spell that was cast?
Can I snap my fingers and make it disappear?
Or will I forever have to fear?
Let me just run away from it all-
I'm so tired of climbing these brick walls!
In this maze of my past, I am lost-
Fighting for a way out at all cost.
Is he around this corner or is it the next?
I'm forced to do what he expects!
Just a little girl, not the woman he makes me-
Is there a way to stop this insanity?
No one listens to my cries.
Even his smell I despise!
Let me just run away!
I no longer want to be his prey!
There has to be a way out-
But even mommy doesn't hear me when I silently shout.
I know she knows what he's doing to me-
Yet she doesn't stop him; she just ignores my pleas!
She must be the witch who gave me this curse-
Nailing the casket shut and driving the hearse.
For I have died inside and am no longer whole-
Because momma watched as daddy repeatedly took little pieces of my soul!
His hands are rough and eyes so cold-
But I know I must always do as I'm told
Just let me run away!
Please I no longer want to stay!
Release me at last and let me fly-
I want to tell my secret; I no longer want to lie.
So how is it that I can get free-
From that little girl and her past now that I'm thirty?
Will it always haunt me no matter where I run?
I fear it's too late because the damage has already been done.
This grown body still remains trapped in that maze-
As a little girl who hates when daddy wants to play.
Let me run away once and for all-
Damn it! This hell I no longer want to recall!
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Sorry, but the exclamation points and question marks just drove me insane. It seems more like someone shouting than a poem. I don't get why you end every other line with a "-". Cut down the poem in half and try a few metaphors here and there.
