Trapped

The aroma of burning flesh
permeates the air.
It clogs my lungs
filling me with nothing
except memories of saneness.

The touch of melted wax,
trickling down my face,
sealing my eyes;
vision is stolen from me.

Anguished wails echo through the air
my hands are bound by
invisible chains
my ears remain open to the torture.

Where I’m seated
I’m stuck
ice, so cold its burning surrounds me.

My senses are screaming,
I can’t reach out
I can’t help.

I’m rendered useless by my own inadequacies.

Trapped

nefiger

Joined September 2007

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