all i see is nothing but gray,
four walls around me blocking my way,
the hope i once had,
now nothing but sad,
and i have no where else to go.
no window of which i can look out,
just one to look in and about,
no way to get loose,
and i suffer this abuse,
and still i've no where to go.
i wake up each day,
to see my life's gone away
and a little i die,
and i try not to cry,
but still there is no where to go.
so i stay in this cell,
with no one to tell,
and i stare at the nothing,
pretending it's something,
and still there is no where to go.
A contest entry
- Alone by Timothy Cameron.
525 points, ended November 4, 2007, 22 entries
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Comments
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cerbie20
Thank you for your submission. Much appreciated. -
I liked the way you ended each stanza with the same line, like the poem always looping back to the same inevitable fact of nowhere to go. Really liked this poem.
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very moo.
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