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A High Price
by Anne EngelenAimless journeys
within my minds dungeon
are torturing my soul
Im roaming through the halls
where non-stop twisted roads
are leading me further away
from my wandering soul
Her penetrating calls for freedom
are what I try to ignore
Yet theyre touching the core
of my existance
By denying my own truth
Im sufficating my soul
Yet her will to survive is strong
and hard to break
Im not sure how much more
my body can take
The price to set her free
is taking its toll Its killing me10/19/2002 Posted on 10/19/2002
Copyright © 2024 Anne Engelen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/19/02 at 06:36 PM As one survivor to another, powerful reminder of my own trials and tribulations when my son was going through the psychiatric system and almost dragging me down with him. There is light at the end of tunnel though, and you have all us friends here at PPS who know you can make it. Just keep writing courageous pieces like this; one of the best therapies. |
| Posted by Charles J Hannan on 10/19/02 at 11:17 PM Anne, I know sometimes it seems everything is against you, but hang in there and keep venting with poetry...It's good medicine...MUAHS.=) |
| Posted by Lori I Wolfe on 10/21/02 at 02:16 PM I've found that writing it all out of my soul helps me to defeat the dark that keeps me within the shadows... I love this poem ... I can relate to it well ... ~Hugs~ =-) |
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