Despair
Lying in bed, with a thousand thoughts.
The room is pitch black and quite,
Knowing where everything is, but not my place in it.
My head is spinning, turning, shaking
needing to write, yet.... what words to write down.
Feeling sorry for myself with no reason too,
I walked this path and arrived here prematurely.
Staring at the floor, sealing and four walls,
now confined to a room which once was a shrine.
All i feel now is lonely,
What will aleave my toil?
The reflection has morphed,
a broken man glances back.
A pile on the floor,
a picture on the wall,
a boy sitting in the centre,
Where are my feelings where is my soul?
Sitting in the darkness,
I am COLD!
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