Imprisoned

Poem about self pain

~Imprisoned~
        by ~Minja~

It wasn't with knife
my body he tore,
it wasn't his hands
that made
my throat sore.

It wasn't a gun
that made the wound
in my chest-
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It was his words
that stabbed me through heart,
with no remorse
he tore it apart.

Imprisoned in self pain,
a living ghost
with hands wide open
to the darkest host.
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Issued in "Poetry Newsletter (November 11, 2015)" 
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