Her Mind Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Lisa's heart is bleeding from the pain that has been subscribed to her life.

She walks out of her tears but still find depression holding fast to her soul.

Lisa said I am not strong enough to walk away because of my fears.

His volatile hands have me trapped within his words of domestic love gone wrong.

How can love be so articulate and painful all at once she asks herself.

Fortified with hope she stands her ground only to find imprints of lies covering her face.

Vowing to leave at dawn she opens the doors to her life; Lisa feels the sudden impact of cold flesh attacking her body.

Lisa passes out in his arms of deceit dreaming about freedom elsewhere.

Holistic crimes of his love brought her to the unthinkable decision of her life.

Death be my end or incarceration my home for life the choice is mine.

My incubation period of living has me tormented beyond my days of living.

My breathing has been brought with a price; my soul is dead within me.

His love abyss has become my satellite of haunted houses being unearthed in exorcism.

The chambers of her mind deregulated her reality and now she is a number in solidarity confinement.

Written by Theodore Mosley

January 30,2019