I sit in a dark room,
The walls seem to move,
It seems like something,
Something is trying to break through,
I don't know who it is,
Or even what,
It's trying to get in,
It might be my imagination... but,
It seems to be a part,
A part of my dreamscape...
How did it get here?
Did it come by fate?
Why is it here?
What is it trying to tell me?
Is it telling me to live or to die?
Telling me to be caged or free?
This thing is here,
And I don't know why,
Why did it choose me?
Choose me to see its sight,
All these questions,
Is this real or fake?
Is this all in my head?
I guess it's my choice to make.....
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired Contest -- Number 3 by Ethereal One.
1200 points, ended November 22, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I would like it if you would help me correct any typos im kinda bad about them :S
Comments
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Fourth Line, Last Word "Threw" Should Be "Through", But To Each Their Own!
I Liked It, I Could Imagine Things Trying To Break Into My Little White Room Of A Padded Cell... Atleast Its Padded! Hehe
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thx
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