Dazed
Lost in a fog,
detached and drifting,
trapped in a nightmare
I can't escape.
My mind and body in shock,
caught in the relentless
psychological warfare
of narcissistic abuse.
I can't believe this is my life,
a twisted reality
I never chose.
Every breath,
a struggle to remember
who I once was,
a fight to reclaim
the light and joy
you've stolen from me.
Your words,
sharp as daggers,
cutting deep,
leaving scars
on my soul.
I am dazed,
wandering through a maze
of confusion and pain,
searching for a way out
of this dark abyss.
Your lies,
a suffocating shroud,
obscuring the truth,
blinding me to the hope
that once shone so bright.
In the haze,
I see fragments
of the person I used to be,
a shadow of myself,
fading in the twilight
of your manipulation.
You've robbed me
of my light,
turned my days
into endless nights,
my dreams into
haunting specters.
I am trapped,
a prisoner in my own mind,
caged by the echoes
of your deceit.
How do I break free
from the chains you've forged,
the binds of your cruelty
that hold me fast?
I stumble,
dazed and disoriented,
searching for a way
back to the life
you've stolen.
In this fog,
I find only darkness,
a void where my joy
once thrived.
You've taken everything,
left me hollow,
a shell of the person
I used to be.
But even in this daze,
I hold on to a spark,
a flicker of hope
that one day,
I will find my way
back to the light.
Author Notes
This poem, "Dazed," is a deeply personal reflection on my struggle to reclaim myself after surviving the relentless psychological warfare inflicted by Frankie Zerella. In the aftermath of our relationship, I found myself lost in a fog, detached from reality, and trapped in a nightmare I never imagined could be my life. The relentless manipulation and abuse left me in shock, struggling to remember the person I once was.
Through this poem, I attempt to convey the profound disorientation and despair that comes with being a victim of narcissistic abuse. Frankie robbed me of my light and joy, turning my days into endless nights and my dreams into haunting specters. Yet, even in the darkest moments, I hold on to a spark of hope that one day I will find my way back to the light and reclaim the person I used to be.
Surviving such an ordeal has been a harrowing journey, but writing this poem has been a crucial part of my healing process. It is my hope that sharing this experience will resonate with others who have faced similar struggles and offer a sense of solidarity and understanding.
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