Handcuffs He is strangling me to death. He cuffs my hands to the prison railings. I'm beaten, abused, tortured. I cry yet he doesn't heed. My sorrow is his happiness; my imprisonment, his joy; my helplessness, his pride. I'm helpless to my knees... I can't stand. I can't break free... Handcuffs on the iron bar railings house my wrists. I'm hurt. It hurts... am hurt. Handcuffs. Photo source Heya~ A day of sorrow and here I am venting it out in a creative, metaphorical, and obviously exaggerated manner. What is this? I can only write poems when I'm in despair? I laugh at the thought. Hehehe~ Thanks for reading, guys. Don't worry, a happy post is in the drafts. (^_^)
Angel Mariel's pleasant escapades on Earth.