Stockholm Syndrome
how surprising to witness
stars unfolding,
the once bethroted,
freed, liberalized to deprivation...
the path it took,
one i thought the right track...
how foolish,
i am the bait.
over the night,
the escapee cries out of joy,
holding a pen on hand,
papers aside,
look how neat it signs...
the daydreams,
the dream,
it hums a soulful song...
i am hushed to sleep.
'when will i see you?', i uttered
shaking fingertips
to the plea,
cut your trips,
'come back to me,
no thorn could prick
such lifeless skin ,'
the chatters,
a laughing matter, am i?
an unfolding beauty
without love
waiting to be hold,
i am an awaiting lover...
a starved actress
amidst feasting eyes.
indeed a fallen angel
truly not a shooting star.
We accept the love we think we deserve.
— Stephen ChboskyQuestions & Answers
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AUTHORThe inspiration behind this poem are the cases of Stockholm Syndrome over the past years. Nowadays, this is still an inevitable circumstances. Hoping the people suffering from this illness to get the cure or help that they need.
Thank you for stopping by, Lorna!
Your poem highlights the desperation of Stockholm syndrome where victims are so fearful, that in order to survive they form a bond with their captors, even to the point of becoming protective of them. Tragic and sad.
- AUTHOR
I amglad that your sister left such abusive relationship. I would agree. We really need to take time getting know people that we wish to end up for life. Thanks for stopping by and reading my poem!
The pain of the words speak to me. My twin sister had the courage to leave her abusive, narcissistic, sociopathic husband after 13 years of hell. She has a Masters degree in Counseling & Psychological Services. We women want to believe what we hear, but we must watch the actions to see if they match up. Great writing!
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