It's been a while since my poetry
visited these dark chambers of my imprisoned heart,
but now the pen won't stop
and as it takes control of my hand,
I have no idea what my heart will pour out.
I was taken by someone without consent,
and suddenly, on that dark night,
I was gone,
just like that.
Secrets burned into my silent soul,
infected with sin,
manipulated by guilt.
I prayed so hard for someone to save me,
but I could feel the pain suck the hope from my life,
suddenly,
that cold dark night,
my soulless, frozen future was designed,
and I was gone,
