Ugly dirty damp
walls
Closing into ones
mind
Curl into a ball
of silence
Racing thoughts of
why
Shivering nervous
emptiness
The blanket itchy
and stiff
No pillow for
comfort
Time does not
exist
Left here alone
to die with thoughts
Then someone peeks
in
The small window
in the door
One stirs to the sound
of life
For you thought you
had died
The sound of another
voice is like heaven
Then its gone
again
Leaving you closed up
within your solitude
mind...cell
A contest entry
- Alone by Timothy Cameron.
525 points, ended November 4, 2007, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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so real...
...to me, this echoes the thoughts and feelings of someone in isolation within a prison. I think you capture the emotion very well....excellently.
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pruedence
Thank you for your submission. Much appreciated. I cannot say I ever liked to hear a voice through the hole in the door, but there was a time when I wondered what a human voice that cared about someone besides themselves, sounded like.
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