Laying on this cement floor
Cold seeping into my bones
And taking me over
Unable to move, my thoughts
Consume me
Water drips down the walls
I stand to lick it's salty goodness
The first in hours (months, to me)
Curling myself under a scratchy blanket
I look through the window
A strip of sunlight pours onto my face
I sleep and wake
And they blur together
Does the world know I'm here?
I pace and starve and heave
Scratching at the walls with bloody fingernails
Screaming for food and water and home
The sunlight fades and comes and fades and comes
I mark the days on the walls in crimson
The glow becomes my one and only
As I lay crumpled on the cold floor
Telling it everything I want everyone to know
Before I go
And as I sit up to scream at the pains in my stomach
I can't help but whisper
"If nobody comes for me
Tell everyone at home that---"
A contest entry
- Alone by Timothy Cameron.
525 points, ended November 4, 2007, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Don't even lie, tell me what you think.
Comments
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wonderbandalice
Thank you for your submission. Much appreciated.

