My heart it screams without a voice
Torn in shreds,
My foes rejoice.
Trapped inside a dungeon cell
No door, No key,
I live in hell.
Light shines out,
Not from within,
Reflections, shadows,
What might have been.
My bloodstained hands, tear at those walls.
My heart within,
True freedom calls.
Too hard they seem,
They're made of stone.
I may just die, and rot
ALONE
samihain:
Wow this is very powerful. Well done.
elixic:
I read this yesterday and was thinking about it and forgot to like it. It's sad, and I feel probably all too common for people to feel this way. I've been in this place. Thanks for sharing.