PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Tortured


Alone in a room full of people, screaming without making a sound. Seeing nothing but shadows, no solids holding them down. Struggling to call focus, straining to reach out. Longing for movement, the body is without. Trapped in a place of darkness, illuminated by despair. Searching for an exit, that exists nowhere. Unable to block out, the mind's silent melodies. Once cherished moments, forever hostile memories.
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Angel Spring

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.