Behind Bars Poem by LUZAAN de Bruyn
Behind Bars
SITTING ON THE COLD GROUND NOT HEARING A SOUND WANTING TO SCREAM WISHING THAT THIS WAS A DREAM THE ROOM IS FRIGHTENING HATRED BRIGHTENING SITTING IN DESPAIR YOU STOOD THERE IN YOUR HAND WAS A KNIFE YOU WERE ABOUT TO END MY LIFE BUT I STARTED TO PRAY YOU MOVED AWAY YOU STARTED SHAKING YOUR GRIP ON THE KNIFE BREAKING TRYING TO DEFEND YOU CAUSED YOUR OWN END I MAY HAVE SCARS, BUT YOU ARE BEHIND BARS
woderful write by imagery and metaphysics yet it stops beackoning.....
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8/5/2026 12:50:30 AM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
Goodness. This sounds frightening and you have certainly written this with strong emotion and words. Well done. 10 Karin Anderson