Day 185 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day Stockholm-syndrome meaning: "feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim towards a captor."
Lost touch with the light
There is a dormant fire
Where Stockholm-syndrome lives
In deep attics and tin sheds
Where flesh withers
And eyeballs yearn for the strength of tears
and the energy of agony
And the presence of hopelessness within the shades of melancholic choking blackness
The retching shade of their own inner darkness is burning in the freezing tempest
The absence
I knew a story of a girl who dreamed to vomit out her demons
But was strapped down by an invisible vice and
Prevented the scream only to smile polite like a porcelain doll even beside
The cruel god of her world
Even beside the salvation
Even beside kind faces
Even beside the hope of support
Even beside the world of light
But she was lost
She had lost something
She had lost touch with the light.
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