Trapped
The tears roll down my face
I am trapped in this dark place
No one cares about me
I walk this world and the things I see
I have looked for an exit, but none are around
I have listened for even the smallest sound
There is nothing, everything is no more
I live with my shadows, in a place with a locked door
I have looked and searched for the key
But in my own darkness I can not see
And now I can hear your call
As I hear your footsteps from the brick wall
I have seen you out my cell before
But you just pass by my prison door
I have seen into your tear filled eyes
I can see pass your pain, fears, and lies
You have hear my screams and you don't care
I know you could help this life I can't bare
But maybe it is all for the best
Maybe I'm not meant to love and this is part of a test
Or maybe I was meant just for other to hate
And this is my destiny, my fate
This is the thing that I most fear
Knowing it, but never wanting to hear
Copyright © Justin Rink | Year Posted 2007
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