My skeleton is blinded
And the hands are bounded
Gagged with the American flag
I lie there in silence with the blood letting out
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Torture, pains and hardships will fuel our spirit to become stronger. They open an avenue where we can fly and soar without fear. A well crafted write
A powerful poem, so very fascinating, it makes my blood stop for a second.!
Your excellent poem shows the dauntless spirit the oppressed can possess, LeeAnn.
Read this excellent poem with interst! My favourite line:
Very fascinating fantastic poem, great torture occurred. Bravo dear LeeAnn!
A dark and thought-provoking work, the opening liens grabbed me and hooked me in, your capture the fear and desperation of a tortured person well, it's a poem that embodies human empathy.