Time to go home,
Home to emotionless, sure as a dream
Home to the darkness where no one speaks
The only home she has,
The only escape
Brought upon herself
Home of the worthless; home of the weak
Even though it’s broad daylight,
Her world is dark
She’ll only listen to the train whistle sound
Lonely in the night,
Lonely but not lost
All she ever wanted
Whatever it was she lost may never again be found
She huddles in a corner,
Hugging her knees to her chest
Listening to something no one else can hear
Listening to music,
Playing in her mind
Dressed all in black
Such a sad song but she’ll never shed a tear.
A contest entry
- It's all about the mystery, life is! by S2ndQueen.
450 points, ended April 20, 2007, 35 entries
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Comments
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huzzah?
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Awwwwwwwwww
This is sad.....
Good luck in this contest,
XXJeannette
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