Category Archives: Mental Health
Prison Walls

This is every young girl’s story who had to endure sexual abuse at the hands of a trusted man, be it her natural father, stepfather, or another trusted relative.

I watch the shadow of a man
confused, I do not make a sound
I look around to search for mama
she is no where to be found

does she hide-a-way deliberatelyprison walls
pretending everything is fine
that within these lovely walls
there exists no malefic crime

stealthily he leans across my bed
his words are soft; his body hard
the innocence of a child is lost
body, mind and heart is scarred

there are no words ever spoken
concerning his malevolent deed
mama lowers eyes and covers ears
whenever I beg her to give heed

for many years I am his prize
until of age I could rebel
freeing myself from my tormentor
though still imprisoned in his hell

the memories are my torture
relived at night; my prison wall
silent sobs plead for freedom
to raise my eyes and stand up tall

©Dorianna 2013

Damnation

visited the old house today
long neglected but won’t go away
once lovely rose garden hiding crimes
a haunting forest of tangled thorns abandoned
in all this time the ivy vine entwines
like a new owner on a rampage
trying to conceal the ghostly screams

the empty walls have no muffling
still whispers mock with dirty secrets
reminders of scars clawed upon my soul
so many skeletons these walls hold
closets filled with evil laughter
we tried so hard to hide
the terror buried deep inside

till these walls have died
every brick and mortar crumbled
secrets rise at midnight
with a mighty rumble
to dance an evil celebration
of the soul’s damnation

©Dorianna

 

 

 

Reflections

there are times
my reflection is unrecognizable
unpleasant to observe
muddied by the deeds
that betray my character
when lies to myself
have denounced
my identity

 I scurry away
from the image
the falsified reflection
least the guilt
of misdeeds consumes me

 I stray from the mirror
until I purge  the iniquitous act
from my thoughts and intention
when self is revived
my truth, once again alive
until I have forgiven the sin
of pretense, in order to be loved

 then, only then
do I behold my reflection
cleansed of wrongful thoughts
purified in honesty
appealing to my heart
a pulchritudinous image
to a conscience of individuality
embraced by an honest soul

©dorianna

Madness

solitude
paranoia
random misgivings
no sense
no cohesion
observing life
through clouded eyes
pain
rape
abuse
convulsion
disillusion
confusion
tremors
shudders
silent screams
frightening recollections
wicked deeds in silence
creeping on the child at sleep
nightmares
secrets
dirty secrets
never tell
whispers
threatening whispers
madness
yes! madness
madness is her hell
madness serves her well

© Dorianna 2012

Self-appointed Victor

 

Night grips as the self-appointed victor
strikes with unwelcome masculine force

Wielding brawn ~ inflicting torture
to subjugated silken flesh

Dominating the woman’s body
to asphyxiate her feminine spirit

© Dorianna 2011

 

 

The Captor

In a devious darkened cubicle
the captor plots and spins his web
craftily conceals his deception
honied words and guileless semblance

With cautious skill the assailant
selects souls with empty veins
fragile creatures with wounded hearts
targets for his machinations

The assailant moves with shrewdness
lures his prey slowly to his web
vulnerable souls are captured
in bondage of emotional striations

The abductor adjudges the heart
of his newly detained victims
prison master feeding the veins
prepared venom of feigned love

With needs of a vampire the captor
owns wounds not unlike the caught
drinking blood of yearning lovers
remaining still in want of heart

© Dorianna 2011

Paranoia’s Madness

Paranoia lurks.
An evil villain in the alleys of the mind
Attacking intelligence
Confusing senses.

Paranoia strikes,
An undefeated warrior battling the soul
Creating suspicion
Alienating you.

Paranoia kills,
A malignant growth eating at your insides
banishing emotions
Leaving insanity

© Dorianna 2011

Refuge

she travels on her train, never
knowing where she’s bound
always looking out the window
bemused by what she’s found
seeks asylum from this world
inside her train she hides
speeding by she never stops
to let anyone inside

she sees a passenger, and
meets him at the station
he pleads to come aboard
a pause for contemplation
captive she boards alone
remains in her obscurity
terrorized as a child
powerless to break free

seeks protection from infliction
freedom from the violence
her soul sees only strangers, so
she lives within her silence
she travels on her train
a heart held in control
horrific memories drives her
while solitude keeps her whole

her asylum walled in ice
hides her burning anguish
deflecting sinners scorn
recollections banished
survival the destination
every journey on her train
a refuge and a fortress
averting violence with its pain

© Dorianna 

 

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