I remain your puppet (Prose)

January 29, 2014 by ramblingsfromamum

If I focus on my environment I hear glass shatter never broken window panes behind closed doors off narrow hallways silent hues of amber and dark red stain the frailty of me
I remain

I could run vanish from my sanctuary desensitise encounters but my mind a web of gnarled branches untenable
I remain

My path a narrow road that bends sharp against the sheer rock face edges crumble downwards as do I my fate solidified hoarse voice that screams no more
I remain

I stay secluded I stay quiet wait till voices pass watch the woods hold on to what I know is real adults teach their children what have I been taught
I remain

©jmtacken Jan 2014

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As my brain could only work once this evening I wrote the above which I share with Angela at – Visdare http://anonymouslegacy1.wordpress.com/2014/01/29/visdare-46-silhouette/#comments

and the team at DVerse OpenLinkNight of D’verse Poets Pub

asylum (Prose)

January 19, 2014 by ramblingsfromamum

imprisoned, boundaries held strong
I was weak
or so they said
a past i can’t forget
I walked these halls
once

I crave the life
the taste of chocolate on my tongue
cloistered in a world I wanted
not one they thought I needed

shackled to ensure complacency
battling inner thoughts
succumbing to taunts
of those who glared and sat alone

my every move watched
‘guards’ patrolled the halls in pairs
tormenting
noses turned down to the likes of us
uncaring

despondent
I knew who I was, yet did not
tears spilt on linoleum
nails scratched walls
digging deep
willing my escape

waiting for release
“God I screamed if you exist”
how much can I stand
cease the pain inflicted

rubber forced into my mouth
volts that surged, my body jolts
left in comatose like state
passages of time not clear

save me
let me breathe
vacant eyes
no one visits
abandoned
enslaved to persecution

pushed shoved at their discretion
my footsteps slow
across the floor
jacket buckled at the back
give me courage

I tried
I did
succumbed to those
who forced the pills
they killed me in the end
inside unhallowed corridors

©JMTacken jan 2014

Shared with http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com Prompt 39 – Unwanted Reality

This piece was produced with the help of Brian Miller who runs in conjunction with others Dverse. Thank you Brian for your guidance, support and encouragement.

running

July 19, 2013 by ramblingsfromamum

entering the darkened woods
casting not a backward glance
she ran
footsteps and laboured breath
in time with hers
he followed

one by one she grasped the trees
fingers bled, ankles grazed
there was no giving up
her screaming cry
broke the moonlight
help me
and still he followed on

her past would not let go
she stumbled in the dark
wolves called inside the mist
silencing her last scream
as it echoed through the trees
and rose to the stars

her heart began to tear
the blade cast in her back
she yelled
FORGIVE ME
blood fell from her mouth
her past no longer
haunted her
haunted him