I wander through this place.
I've been here once before.
I don't know how to leave this room
I can not see the door.
I scratch my head,
I bang the walls,
I scream and then I cry.
No ones going to save me now
I guess I'm going to die.
Fingers bleed, my knuckles crushed;
My pain all in vain.
I'd once believed in saviors
but, where did mine go.
I think there lying on that floor,
So cold and so damp,
Why'd my savior leave me here,
Or did I even have one?
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A Ceiling Fan
PoetryMany things take place within a person's mind. Some good and some bad. Most times their inner thoughts run through their mind without being penned down or expressed. This book is a poetry book. It is filled with poems that express those inner though...
