Trapped
by priscilla brett

no words can say just how i feel
and nothing can say what i am
i am free yet trapped in a well
screaming as hard as i can

no one can hear me and nobody will
as i cry out in the night
my soul is shattered, silent and still
I'm dying of hatred and fright

alone among many and dead within life
a single blade in a field
i bring to my wrist a long sharpened knife
and try to decide if I'll wield

you come to my side, grab hold of my arm
and look so deep in my eyes
your saving my soul from hatred and harm
the loneliness no longer cries

something inside me stirs with your touch
I've never felt it before
it makes me happy and warms me so much
i feel the coldness no more