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Sunday, 12 February 2017

Lost touch with the light (185 of 365)

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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