Here I am again

Locked up in this cell

He has taken me hostage

And I can never tell

The ground here is ice cold

Damp corners and a trickling sink

A rotting cot in a very tight room

And I'm unable to clearly think

I had to let him take me

For reasons hard to say

I knew if I did not come

It was my family that would pay

Worried sick for days now

Losing track of time

In the dark and dreary place

I can barely come up with a rhyme

He's threatened everything I hold dear

Caught up in his obsession

He's taken my freedom away

Along with my posessions

I hear his voice inside my head

And I am never alone

He's pryed out all my emotions

So that my heart is made of stone

Elizabeth O'DohertyComment