Prisoner
Forever complacent
Just too content
What was I meant?
To prevent,
A climatic moment
The space of the second
Skin isn’t mine
It chokes and slithers
The enemy
The shadows that hover
I’m accustom the this
Never ending
Nothingness
I've come to expect
Some kind of assurance
To keep my attention
Not try my patience
With constant disturbance
That leaves nerveless
The walls I made
Makes a good cage
Copyright © Cameron Guernsey | Year Posted 2006
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