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Trapped in this life
With no windows or a door
Seeing the hell, covered in sweat
Lying on the floor
I'm trembling and I'm shaking
This jackets to tight
Another shot of drugs
Now there's no more fight
In a room full of nothing
Echoing my cries
i thought i was dreaming
Reality oped my eyes.
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i love the imagery that's evident in your poetry, you capture the reader's imagination and attention with your use of linguistic devices such as rhyme and metaphor. This creates a resoundiing and powerful effect which immediately delivers the intended message behind this poem. Brillant.........
