By: Lauren Nalls/http://laurennalls.wordpress.com/
just outside the have and hold
I’m taunted with a wicked grin
jangled keys for my release
my gaoler from within
fingers raw and clawing
heavy oak and iron door
slams fast across a tendered soul
bars entry evermore
streaking bloodstains gather here
mark days of no escape
numbered on cold stone-heart walls
your endured, repeated rape
you’ll earn your spurs on me today
no honor shall remain
for I have sentenced myself to
a dungeon of disdain
a treasonous confinement
for us I did commit
but this weeping plight troth prison
is a crime I’ll not admit
What inspired me: The idea that we create prisons for ourselves based upon our actions.
Something for audience to take away: The feeling of a self-imposed prison without having to have made that mistake themselves.
What feedback I’m looking for: Any helpful criticism that will make me a better writer.