Trapped

I am lost.

A barren landscape stretches out in front of me as far as the eye can see,
Dead burned grass swaying in the wind,
Vultures circling up ahead,
The remains of some animal lying beneath them,
I am Lost in a deserted wasteland.

I am trapped.

Barbed wraps around my entire body,
The heated spikes drawing rivulets of blood under the hot glare of the sun,
Red stripes flow down my body painting me a peppermint candy cane,
A pool of scarlet tears staining the charred ground red,
I am Trapped in Agonies barbed clutches.

I am AFRAID.

Fear clogs my throat restricting air flow,
A bass drum pounds deep behind my rib bones showing,
My hands shake and tremble by my side as I wither in Agony,
Blood leaves my face leaving me pale and washed pastier then a ghost,
I am AFRAID caught in Fears icy clutches.

I am broken.
Memories of fumbling fingers and shame lasting through the century,
Disgusted and revolted as hands roam my body and lips meet mine,
I was only eight and she was twelve she knew better,
Molesting and humiliating me in front of my peers cattle-pronging me dirty,
I am Broken and scarred perpetually stuck in my memories.

I am invisible.

Cries for help litter under barbed spikes tearing my skin,
My screams unheard being the only thing alive in this wasteland,
No one sees or hears me in this burned out world,
My pallor turning me transparent even more opaque than usual,
I am Invisible fighting to get help.

I am remains.

The blood has stopped flowing and my hunger vanished,
Wrapped in barbed wire bloodless and emaciated,
Time has not been kind to age me,
The stench of death attracting circling vultures,
I am the Remains beneath the vultures cooked under the vast blue electric sky.