by Marcie Fort, VSPW
The isolation one feels
In a crowd, all alone…
Memories of our families
Memories of home…
The regrets and remorse
All a little too late,
Fill up our hearts
With anger and hate.
The mind games played
Just to survive…
The suffering in silence
The tears that are cried.
The emptiness within us
That invades our souls…
There’s nowhere to run,
And nowhere to go.
We create our own prisons
Surrounded by walls…
We took the risks
Made the choices and falls
“Life isn’t a game,
No rehearsal” it’s said.
I bite my tongue daily,
As I scream in my head!
“I’m not an animal
To be abused at will!”
By my captors’ egos
To keep me quiet and still.
So…if anyone is listening
To my heartfelt lament
I hope you can feel me,
That was my soul intent.
Is Anyone Listening?
