Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Poetry Wednesday


The price was paid with each moment that crawled by
Torture and torment for the mind and the heart
Nails of truth and loss digging into the soul
Magnets of deceit pulling and dragging
Is that a smile on his face?
Is that power and control he exudes?
One hand threads into silken locks
The other pushes with blades of steel
He no longer listens
His cage is closed

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