I stand there in the room,
The black room I stay,
Because I know hurt is out there,
If I ever dare to stray.
It's dark walls lull me to bed,
A soothing familiar voice,
But I can never turn it off,
For I have no choice.
I don't mind though.
The emptiness of it all,
Means no surprises,
Lurking inside the walls.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Lonely
PoésieSometimes I need ways to express my feelings and I do this through poetry. I am not at all the best poet in the world (not even close) but I just thought I would share them with you. Stay beautiful.
