Trapped in the desert.
Thirsty.
That which I crave would be the death of me.
Trapped between two devils.
Torn.
I should choose the lesser evil, but I’d hurt my self.
Trapped in the sea.
Thirsty.
That which surrounds me, yet I daily crave.
Trapped between two loves.
Torn.
To love you or to leave for another??
Trapped in the labyrinth of my mind.
The key to let me out, is the knife that slashes my wrist.
Trapped in time.
With a life I loathe, with the man of my dreams.
I want to change my dreams.
Trapped in my wish.
The visions I see are things I shouldn’t see
I want to tear out my eyes.
Trapped in my air.
I want float like the clouds, to escape these human nature that slaves me.
Trapped between two stars.
Still I feel caged in the dark, this tunnel holds no light at its end.
Trapped in my guilt.
I never could be free, this dungeon became a home to me.
Trapped between my fears and scars.
I never truly reveal what lies beneath my beauty,
Demons were once angels.
Trapped between what’s real and unreal.
I walk on the brink of life
What’s really here to see?
Monaleesaah is a black skinny writer and singer, who can be a substitute therapist, and can be baited and thus kidnapped with pounded yam.
P.s she loves, white, black and grey
10 Comments
I can totally relate to this article. This is something we all get to deal with –
“Trapped between two devils.
Torn.
I should choose the lesser evil, but I’d hurt my self.”
Beautiful!
Awesome!!!
Free yourself
How? Pray tell
Finally… She writes, beautiful piece. As usual worth the time..
… Trapped in the sea.
Thirsty.
That which surrounds me, yet I daily crave….
Don’t make us wait for ur next piece, please
Trapped in my knowledge though vast yet so small
Awesome piece
The Mona is back
I love this.
But how can we help the trapped? People need to stop having to choose between two evils. I could read this a million times. In fact, I’ll keep reading it. There’s inspiration here
Hmm
Poem with deep meaning
Like the creative construction
Amazing penmanship your highness!
So much in one piece, reflects a lot of different struggles we go through. You captured the face behind man’s daily masquerade beautifully