Internalised silence

personalised violence

deconstruction of inner hell

yes, he is doing very well

can you not tell?

he is falling down

what truth lies behind his frown?

broken egg shells on the ground

tiny pieces hold no sound

fragmentations of her anger

warning, warning

he is in stark danger

blue morning

who is the stranger

hiding inside his bed

this woman who sees red

at the mention of his name

snakes and ladders remain

another psychological game

suppressing his shame

deeper, deeper

the gate keeper

the grim reaper

are they the same?

as the monster outside

who diminished his pride

which part of him just died

to survive his worthless life

keep out of sight

shadows in the night

white lies, take flight

broken nose, passionate fight

tip toes exit creeping along cold floor

banged his head against another door

he must have begged for more

confusion makes less sense

happy families pretence

normality obscurely distorted

happiness aborted

painful reality

why can he just be

what will people say

if he walked away

his underworld realism

modern day prison

out of reach, the key

prison keepers run free

relationship dynamics complexity

little Jack Horner

hid in a corner

eating more humble pie

little Jack Horner

alone in the corner

not living but waiting to fly.


cMedusaMoon 2016


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