The Outlook Of Life

poem 4

I'm starting at the floor through tear stained eyes
Waiting for someone to walk through the door and ask why
But no one comes, no one knocks
I am alone, why do I keep the doors locked
It doesn't keep the demons out
It just keeps me in
My throat's to dry to shout
I'm to tired to try to win
Take my soul, take my body
Take all I have make it bloody
-awd