Tormented Words Poem by Kimara Young

I close my eyes for happy days,
When i can see your face.
With wrists both wrapped in leather,
And a body covered in lace.
With cloth around your lovely lips,
And a chain against your throat.
You are the harshest punishment,
That I have ever wrote.
Your calls from within in the paper,
Lack much to move my heart.
Your pleas for written freedom,
Rank lowly on my chart.
Oh you are not the first my dear,
Nor will you be the last.
You are just another line on this page.
And my notebook space is vast.