I sit here in my room,
Im alone in the dark crest shadows.
The noises drown out my random thoughts.
Visual temples surround my throne.
My throne is that of a clone.
The noises are smuggled,
And my breathing decreases to an uncontrollable pace.
I am no longer alone in the shadows.
The shadows are cast by the noises.
I am engulfed by the noises,
I am of sacrificial substance.
With a warm flick of fear,
The light at the end of the tunnel appears.
This is the end, the end of the track,
And I am no longer alone or in fear,
Fore I am on the ghost¡¦s throne.
Bronwyn Bell
Copyright „¦2003 Bronwyn Theresa Bell
Author notes
Written July 10th, 2003
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