Captive Eyes adjusted to the darknessblack as black could beThe key turning in the lockDrowned the desperate pleaUnknowing and afraidOf what would come nextTears began to flowAlthough having no effect A tray pushed roughlyunder the closet doorScrambling to retrieve itSlipping on the floorTired and hungryDevouring the paltry feastMaybe giving strengthTo fight off the angry beast A captive,Continue reading “Captive”
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Poetry For Healing 