BelovedNighteyes
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Hi ALL, here is a poem I wrote a few months ago. It isn't the best but was filled with emotion at the time. I hope it is okay to post this here.
Those Loving Arms
One day I awoke and found myself trapped in a cage,
screaming, shouting and filled full of rage.
Four walls and a cold concrete floor,
nothing to look at but the locked-tight shut door.
Sitting, sobbing and praying for an end.
Nobody listening; No lover, no worker, no friend.
Bloodied, bruised, throwing myself at the walls.
I knew though they heard me, they'd never answer my calls.
Lying now, still and waiting for black,
I knew that I was starting to crack.
When suddenly I felt loving arms envelope me,
and a voice whispered "You don't have to be free,
if you just stop caring and end your life here,
you'll never be angry or sad or again filled with fear".
I did try to listen, I tried to no longer care,
but there were people that I still loved out there.
The easy way out tempted me, no point in lying,
But I couldn't give up. I couldn't stop trying.
Years came and passed me by.
No one ever came looking for me, I don't know why.
The constant presence was my only friend,
even if I knew it only waited for my end.
Well eventually I wearied and my voice gave out.
I could no longer cry, beg, plead or shout.
The silence overtook me and was deafening,
peaceful though, no longer threatening.
When a light came on and the door opened before me.
Could this be it? Could I actually become free?
When no one had answered my cries, I thought no one cared,
but finally here came someone to see how I fared.
My pleas for help had faded into the background,
but they'd actually marked the silence, noticed my complete lack of sound.
I rose to my knees and crawled towards the freedom out there,
to a life yet to live and the promise of fresh air.
But when I was nearing the door,
cruel hands tore at me and my face met the floor.
I turned to see my attacker, and then saw what I'd done.
What I had created. What I'd become.
That comforting presence, the one in the dark?
The only thing I'd had when it all had looked stark?
Turns out I'd let in a demon and fed it my pain,
and now it didn't want to be banished again.
I tried so hard to rise to my feet,
but the years of fighting this cage had left me weak.
It struck at me again, those once tender arms,
piercing my flesh and it tore through my heart.
My body collapsed and it lay it's weight on me,
never letting me go, never allowing me to be free.
Those that had come to my rescue again turned away,
this fight, they judged, too difficult for them to stay.
So here I lie, still, staring at that door,
wishing someone would come and close it again,
So I can end this thing once and for all.
Those Loving Arms
One day I awoke and found myself trapped in a cage,
screaming, shouting and filled full of rage.
Four walls and a cold concrete floor,
nothing to look at but the locked-tight shut door.
Sitting, sobbing and praying for an end.
Nobody listening; No lover, no worker, no friend.
Bloodied, bruised, throwing myself at the walls.
I knew though they heard me, they'd never answer my calls.
Lying now, still and waiting for black,
I knew that I was starting to crack.
When suddenly I felt loving arms envelope me,
and a voice whispered "You don't have to be free,
if you just stop caring and end your life here,
you'll never be angry or sad or again filled with fear".
I did try to listen, I tried to no longer care,
but there were people that I still loved out there.
The easy way out tempted me, no point in lying,
But I couldn't give up. I couldn't stop trying.
Years came and passed me by.
No one ever came looking for me, I don't know why.
The constant presence was my only friend,
even if I knew it only waited for my end.
Well eventually I wearied and my voice gave out.
I could no longer cry, beg, plead or shout.
The silence overtook me and was deafening,
peaceful though, no longer threatening.
When a light came on and the door opened before me.
Could this be it? Could I actually become free?
When no one had answered my cries, I thought no one cared,
but finally here came someone to see how I fared.
My pleas for help had faded into the background,
but they'd actually marked the silence, noticed my complete lack of sound.
I rose to my knees and crawled towards the freedom out there,
to a life yet to live and the promise of fresh air.
But when I was nearing the door,
cruel hands tore at me and my face met the floor.
I turned to see my attacker, and then saw what I'd done.
What I had created. What I'd become.
That comforting presence, the one in the dark?
The only thing I'd had when it all had looked stark?
Turns out I'd let in a demon and fed it my pain,
and now it didn't want to be banished again.
I tried so hard to rise to my feet,
but the years of fighting this cage had left me weak.
It struck at me again, those once tender arms,
piercing my flesh and it tore through my heart.
My body collapsed and it lay it's weight on me,
never letting me go, never allowing me to be free.
Those that had come to my rescue again turned away,
this fight, they judged, too difficult for them to stay.
So here I lie, still, staring at that door,
wishing someone would come and close it again,
So I can end this thing once and for all.
