The Dark Room
Cold dark room, stills me with fear,
I can't hear you but I feel you near,
the silence fills me with thoughts,
thoughts of a better place,
as I wipe the tears from my face,
the stillness consoles me,
when will I be set free?
Hands trembling with damp coldness,
I lie down and rest,
maybe this is some sort of test,
is it a test of strength?,
will he go to any length?,
a turn of the key,
a creek of the door,
will I be beaten, a little more?
I’m free from this hell,
with this horrible damp smell,
In my room I now lay,
my saviour, my place,
another night in there,
I just couldn't face,
Twenty years have gone by,
and I still remember that place,
but I'm happy and grateful,
I'll never again have to see his face,
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