I feel the errie shadows dancing,
Across the walls,
They are waiting until my sanity falls,
I can feel the darkness slipping through the cracks,
I feel the misery seeping out through my wounds,
And I sit on this bed,
And I truly wish that this insanity was dead,
I'm confined to these fours walls,
Where I can see nothing at all,
And I begin to feel the darkness and it gets me nowhere,
I wish hope would get me somewhere,
But I'm spent,
I've leant all I need to leant,
I'm spent,
All of me aches,
The best part of me breaks,
And I guess all of this is gone,
And I still wish I could listen and hear,
Instead of continually fear,
I wish it was you,
My dear,
Who sat in this with me,
But my God I can't figure out,
All I am is filled with doubt,
But I sit upon the ground,
And I look up skyward,
And I see no one but I feel everything,
My breath is caught,
And I wish I would never do wrong again,
And I know this is where I belong,
I hope this will never end,
I hope this will never end,
Me stuck in my own little cell,
In a firey pit I once thought was hell,
But now there is nothing left to tell,
In my own dark little cell.
A contest entry
- Alone by Timothy Cameron.
525 points, ended November 4, 2007, 22 entries
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