Panting, sweating, terrified.
Running, crawling, hiding.
I can't see, it's too dark.
I can hear, but only the beating of my own heart.
Tied up, tied down, completely bound.
Cold, hungry, in pain.
I need to escape, I can't stay here.
I'm helpless....no one is coming to help.
TRUST NO ONE!!!
Shh.. did you hear that?
He is coming back.
Panic, fear, defeat.
The door opens, light floods in.
I squint an see the sun.
It's morning, I'm awake.
It's always the same nightmare...
And my life is what's at stake.
Wow...
This poem is really emotionally charged and powerful.
I can feel the anguish and hurt through the words you write.
You penned a very strong poem that is relatable and leaves one feeling mournful for you and the battle you are going through.
Depression is hell - a war constantly being waged and you gave the reader a true insight into this fight you battle with.
Life is a waking and living nightmare or so it sounds like.
The words and imagery you used really gave life to this poem.
You have true talent.
I hope you're doing okay.
Welcome to P&Q...
Keep it up.