This is another, but this goes toward my poetry about violence toward women.

[AJT]

1. It's hard to mess with someone else's creation.

Trapped inside a dark room with one locked door
Broken and bleeding on the cold hard floor
Sucking air in hard with ragged, jagged gasps
All that once was good, slipping from my grasp

Dead man walking barefoot to my execution
Praying with each step for some kind of absolution
Your paranoia of nonexistent persecution
Left little time or choice when looking for solutions

There were two of us caught up in that nightmare
A lifetime of destruction far beyond repair
Spinning into madness from sweet reality
Delusions clouded judgement so you couldn’t see
A hostage with a ticket for a trip
That was anything but free.