Trapped Poem by Ciara Adams
Trapped
I lie awake at night,
Afraid to see the scars.
Holding myself so tight,
Locked behind iron bars.
Chains around my wrists,
The pain I cannot bare.
I feel the metal fist,
Forcing me to stare.
I pray that I may one day,
Escape this eternal hell.
They say I must pay,
For what, they won't tell.
When will they let me go?
In a week, a month?
I don't know.
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