Nina poem

[whenidream]

Poem written for the S-C.net birthday thingy this year.

nina

What lies beneath
they must not understand;
bitter pain, glaring at the darkness.
Lies, in the unconscious
as they intervene.
Locked in a hollow shell
of sensory deprivation,
windows without doors,
piercing, relentless eyes
that condemn her regret.
Taunting the misgiving
whispers of denial
in her shredded soul-
she is haunted,
lifeless.