Maranda Kuhl

Rookie - 279 Points (February 13,2000 / Helena, Montana)

Imprisoned - Poem by Maranda Kuhl

Why must I be stuck with the very thing that has imprisoned me. My mind is my hell and my heart the bars of the cage that are now unbreakable. I know not what to do, all I know is that I shall sit and rot in this cell until someone or something rescues me. Somedays I may get a glimpse of light but this darkness may be as dark as dark could be. Most of my days are cold, but I have become accustomed to the pain that the cold brings, I have learned to become numb and not to feel or think.

Topic(s) of this poem: depression, imprisonment, sadness

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  • Rahman Henry (11/20/2015 9:51:00 AM)

    Wonderfully inked poem on sadness, the beauty of depression...... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 20, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 24, 2015

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