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 THE REFLECTION OF A TORTURED SOUL

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I Opened My Eyes


I opened my eyes,
feeling lethargic and numb,
unable to forget what that beast has done.

The world is waiting,
but I never arrive,
still in pyjamas; hair hitched up,
I stay inside.

Hearing cars pass by, and signs of life outside,
they are at a safe distance, as I breathe a sigh.

The strength to get up and inflate my lungs,
is about all I can manage today.

As if on auto-pilot,
in a surelle world,
the life I once knew has gone!

Trapped in a shell of this body I own,
a body my emotions are quick to disown.

Existing inside these flesh & bones
are faint cries of my spirit and its torturous groans.


Written by Wendy Roberts December 2009

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