Trapped In A Closet
The walls are closing in,
I feel like a bug trapped in a shoe box
The way you peek in at me, checking if I'm still alive
Still conscious enough for your torture
The way you only let me out to eat,
Then grimace at me as if I disgust you
If you hate me so much, why did you create me?
Its as if I'm a guilty angel, never ready for my wings
I hate the way you look at me,
The way you see me through your eyes
I can tell you never wanted me, see it in your soul
I hate to be a burden Mr.,
But could you please spare some time?
Come sit with me, so I dont feel so alone
Hold me and tell me it will soon be over
Wake me up from this nightmare in which I live
Save me from this place, from my confinement
I'm trapped in a closet, and no one even cares
A contest entry
- Again by Summers end.
300 points, ended May 22, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The sadness has consumed me and now I see nothing else... by Leanna-bean.
475 points, ended July 1, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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I really enjoyed reading your poem...It is a very sad piece and if this is really about you then I hope things get better for you. Thank you for the entry and good luck!
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This reminds me of a neglected child. Even the way christians would view Father God. I'm not particularly christian but it's a lovely write!
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That's ok. I'm not particularly any religion lol. Thank you for the comment, greatly appreciated.
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i love this poem! wow! it has such amazing feeling. good job!
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