Forsaken and confined
to the walls of my suffering
And eternal storm
determined to drain my soul
and pester me into insanity
Enchantments I birthed
performed against me
by my own means
Ashamed as I am
I have no control
The cold hands of despair
enthrall me
with a tightened grip
until the blaring sound
echoes throughout the chamber
My cries of ice and pain
About the Creator
Makenna Bolton
Hi! My name is Makenna Bolton, I am 20 years old. I grew up in Wisconsin and in June I graduated from the American Musical and Dramatic Academy in LA; with an Associates in Dance and Theatre. As well as writing, I love acting, and dancing.
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