Nightmare
These doors will not open at my command,
for now, I am at the mercy of another man.
Locked away with all my freedoms gone,
this cold hard place is now where I call home.
As one path fades, and another begins,
lifes journey is darkened once again.
Torment are the hours, as gloom sets in,
waiting for this nightmare to end.
Nightmares are very weird.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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