Paralyzed

Writing  and expressing can take many forms. Poetry is a vice of mine, a small escape in the form of words. I have been writing poems since forever. I hope you enjoy these little morsels of my mind.
This one is an old one, not even sure when I wrote it. Enjoy! 

Paralyzed

Are you satisfied
Or are you not?
Are you spun around
And distraught?
Soley petrified
By your touch
Only Lonely
Far too much
Your intensity
Cuts like glass
Thoughts of nothing
In one tight mass
Need to comprehend
What you have said
Knowing too well that
you mess with my head
Slowly manipulated
Twisted and tied
Around your finger
Like a discarded lie
I know I should mind
Know I should now go
But what keeps me here
Paralyzed so?
© 2012 Alexia Purdy

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