I have built a tremendous prison deep inside my head
Withdrawn and in misery, all my wanting has now fled.
No telephones, no visitors, nothing but this sadness
No fortitude, just solitude coupled with the madness.
Creepers of pain and sorrow are strewn across its' gate
Locked and sealed up tightly--Behold, my enduring fate!
--From people around me and the things I have known...
I am withdrawn.
--Do not search for that door which unlocks my mind...
for I have gone.
If one should peer within my prison, spy the last remains
Of this tortured, helpless creature hobbled by his chains.
Staring through the bars into a world I once was a part of
Remembering such things as fulfillment, happiness and love.
There is no escape from this prison I have built
For fear guards me now and my keeper is guilt.
--From people around me and the things I have known...
I am withdrawn.
--Do not search for that door which unlocks my mind...
for I have gone.
This tortured soul must take refuge from its' pain
So a plug was pulled which disconnected the brain...
now I am gone, I am withdrawn!
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a colection of thoughts or nightmares in form of poetry, some of them written by myself, some only gathered by me. The darkness is in all of us just waiting to get out, but not in the light. No, darkness reaches out for darkness, so you thin...
