Handcuffs

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. (^_^)