Untitled Dark Poem #2

Pain
once 
wrapped in bottled bliss
pilled existence
hiding from the truth
hiding from emotions 
hiding from little girl lost.
She resided
deep within
wrapped in chains
wrapped in fear
wrapped in guilt
for it had to have been her
why else
would men want
debased
disbelieved 
head hung
dishevelled 
heart rending 
tears no longer falling
stone cold heart
it has become
there is no one.
Statico stilettos 
sharp
each step 
nuanced 
each tread
shivers erupt
as I appear
darkness
rising from the depths
no longer chained 
no longer a little girl
no longer…..
I am coming…..
I am raging…..
I am rising…..
I am…..
 
©Oct. 1/20
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