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Alone is how I feel in this dark twisted world that we live in today. Suffering is what I go through these days. Day by day I try to cope with what happened but it seems like I can't. Six years of terror is what I faced and still trying to get over today. Emptiness is what I feel... the numbness of anger fills my body. Invisible is what I want to be .... the tears I shed can not be seen. Silent is what I have become, when time comes for me to speak nothing seems to escape from my mouth.
Night comes... darkness hits and time for me to shut my eyes. Images pops into my head flashing back and forth causing me to silently scream in my restless slumber. Only to awaken in a wet surface knowing that the next day I have to go to prison for my daily routines. Trying to concentrate on my class work but distraction hits me hard knocking me in to a dream like state.
A little girl screaming in my head.... hurts my eyes. Trapped in my head, chains tightly bound me unable to move.... blood drips down off me. Tucked away in a dark hollow place in my mind. Snaps out of my frightening day dream, unable to to think about anything else. Doesn't know which is real from unreal. Wants to cry but holds it back. A hand touches me... jumps ... " Are you okay?" the person asks.
Tries to answer but nothing comes out of my mouth. Nods my head and resumes work. My day at prison was finally over... but couldn't shake the frightening image of the little girl in my head away... Knowing that she will once again come back to haunt me in my dreams.
do you people not like poetry or what omg who doesnt like poetry
Night comes... darkness hits and time for me to shut my eyes. Images pops into my head flashing back and forth causing me to silently scream in my restless slumber. Only to awaken in a wet surface knowing that the next day I have to go to prison for my daily routines. Trying to concentrate on my class work but distraction hits me hard knocking me in to a dream like state.
A little girl screaming in my head.... hurts my eyes. Trapped in my head, chains tightly bound me unable to move.... blood drips down off me. Tucked away in a dark hollow place in my mind. Snaps out of my frightening day dream, unable to to think about anything else. Doesn't know which is real from unreal. Wants to cry but holds it back. A hand touches me... jumps ... " Are you okay?" the person asks.
Tries to answer but nothing comes out of my mouth. Nods my head and resumes work. My day at prison was finally over... but couldn't shake the frightening image of the little girl in my head away... Knowing that she will once again come back to haunt me in my dreams.
do you people not like poetry or what omg who doesnt like poetry


5 Comments:
I like poems, yours are a little to dark for me. I like happy poems.
Yes, happy poems are good.
lol......dark is what i am all about .......lol sorry to pop ya bubble
I think you rock at poems but really dark.
you mean poetry .........lol
thank ya=P
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