The Hostage

Noise.
They spoke in loud and awful lies,
shouts and screams
until she left.

Flying to the clouds
and dreamt of peace and home.
and stilled for a moment, the noise.

More noise. Then stillness again.
A sack covering her eyes
no notion of day or night
darkness or bright
and again the noise
follows her into the colours bright.

Noise and black.
But her dreams are vivid
rainbows and prisms.
outside of her prison
in a world of peace

Dust falling like soft fingers
onto her face and eyes
blinding her.
Her tears besmirched.

Pressure.
Boom
Then silence

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s