poetry

Stuck

Stuck

 

Staring through the window

Tears in her eyes

Longing to be free

From this house that has become a prison

 

Layering her makeup

To cover the bruises

Eyeliner running

From the blood running down her eyes

 

Screaming for help

No one can hear

Stuck alone in a place

Filled by nothing but fear

 

 

©Writing the Rose

©writingtherose.com

19 July 2018

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