Trapped Poem by Allyson Gordon

This beautiful hell of ours
Is all we will ever know
Our fear will always stay
The blood will always flow

Don’t try to escape
This endless dark
For what it leaves in your heart
Is a permanent mark

It’s too late now
There’s no turning back
We’re beyond redemption
And freedom we lack

Pain is embedded in your soul
Now it has found you
You’re trapped in it’s web
There’s nothing you can do

Can you feel it?
You’re riddled with despair
Too scared to realize
Too numb to care

In death’s grasp
You slowly fade
Death has now won
A ghost you’ve made