Anita Markallay Harding
Trapped - Poem by Anita Markallay Harding
In my minds eye
Boxes upon boxes
No light comes through
No air goes in
I am trapped in this epic of my life
The epitome of death
A crow hovers
Over my head
And comes to rest
On my left shoulder
I take up my Kora
And begin to play-
A song to the dead
For it is they that I entertain daily
My Faithful fans...
In their eyes I am neither mediocre nor macabre
Tota tota they undertand gore
I'm trying my best
But my best is never good enough!
Closed spaces in my minds eye
Fear cripples me
Tightens my chest
Yet i'm not afraid to take up my blade
You won't see the scars this time
I've stopped this remember?
No light goes out
No air stays in
I'm trapped in the cursed
Fotress of the undead a -zombie
in my own right
Trapped in the iron fierce grip
Trapped between the future and the past...
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