he was sitting there alone
in the darkest part of the room
staring into empty space
searching the monochromatic walls
for answers to unasked questions
his lovely face showing anguish
the pain of fettered years
etched in those lonely eyes
darkened by secrets and lies
in search of freedom
death crosses his mind
yet he'll sleep on it for now...
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Skittles (220.127.116.11) -- Saturday, September 13 2003, 12:05 am|
Damn...its so good!
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