I stare at the walls
Lost and confused
In my mind I see freedom
A forest so green
It breaths life through its trees into my soul
I stare at the walls
Locked and abandoned
In my ears I hear beauty
A tune so melodic
Its harmony captures joy within my heart
I stare at the walls
Angry and scared
On my skin I feel death
A wind so pathetic
It grasps at cold corpses and feeds on my fear
I pound on the walls
My captor, my torment
Metal meets fists as my knuckles bleed
I scream for escape
Yet, no one can hear me
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A Group of Nonsense
PoetryYou know when you feel like you just want to organize? Well I decided to do just that! Besides the one's that are important and need to stand on there own, I'm putting most of my already published poems into this one. Sadly, all the lovely comments...
