Once I was like you,
I had a place to call home.
But through my actions I was displaced.
And now I stand alone.
Once I was surrounded by family,
People who were willing to help.
Now I rely on no one but myself,
To survive this personal hell.
Soon a time will come,
To correct what my actions of done.
Until then my identity will remain unknown,
Until then; I am content to stand alone.
A contest entry
- Another DARK Contest by Audie-Is-Healed.
320 points, ended September 16, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Adding your comment: