Behind Bars Poem by LUZAAN de Bruyn

Behind Bars

Rating: 5.0


SITTING ON THE COLD GROUND NOT HEARING A SOUND WANTING TO SCREAM WISHING THAT THIS WAS A DREAM THE ROOM IS FRIGHTENING HATRED BRIGHTENING SITTING IN DESPAIR YOU STOOD THERE IN YOUR HAND WAS A KNIFE YOU WERE ABOUT TO END MY LIFE BUT I STARTED TO PRAY YOU MOVED AWAY YOU STARTED SHAKING YOUR GRIP ON THE KNIFE BREAKING TRYING TO DEFEND YOU CAUSED YOUR OWN END I MAY HAVE SCARS, BUT YOU ARE BEHIND BARS

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Goodness. This sounds frightening and you have certainly written this with strong emotion and words. Well done. 10 Karin Anderson

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Henry Brown 11 July 2009

Luzaan You have talent Go girl go 10

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Dr.subhendu Kar 10 July 2009

woderful write by imagery and metaphysics yet it stops beackoning.....

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