Poem

Four Walls
No windows
Cold cement floors
A locked door
Shaking coming undone
Light shines through
A figure stands
Moving closer and closer
Until there is
No space remaining
Here comes the pain
AGAIN
The figure leaves
The light disappears
Shes left alone
Yet again
Not a tear
She sheds as
Puddles of red
Stain the
Stonecold floor
As the bruises
Start forming
Shes left to wonder
Why her
What did she do
To cause her
This horrible pain

So a girl on one of my fav websites was looking for advice on it. It's deep, but yet totally relevent to whats been in the news and happening in the country.........hhmmmmmmm..............

Tangerine :)