Captive

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Captive


Eyes adjusted to the darkness
black as black could be
The key turning in the lock
Drowned the desperate plea
Unknowing and afraid
Of what would come next
Tears began to flow
Although having no effect
 
A tray pushed roughly
under the closet door
Scrambling to retrieve it
Slipping on the floor
Tired and hungry
Devouring the paltry feast
Maybe giving strength
To fight off the angry beast
 
A captive, but why?
It was still unclear
How many days had it been
since someone did appear?
Was it even known
that a prisoner was here?
Would anyone come
To quell the fear
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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		I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose.
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