Lynden

March 25, 2017
2:57 pm

Lynden

She spent most of her days
locked behind clear walls 
of delusional screams
talks of grandiose realities
her hell extremes 
crying and pleading 
from midday dreams
the yelling
the cursing
as she looked
at the sky
I hate you
I love you
indistinguishable highs
chained in her cell
truth with no key
Her soul was dying
with emotional destruction 
waiting to be free
from storms up above
All she ever wanted 
was to be accepted 
and loved

Deborah R. Shaw 
The Silent Stalker