Walls
these small walls keeping me closed inside
i dont know what is happening
i think my mind is telling me lies
because as i look around in this darkness,people appear
as i try to get closer to these walls
i find out it is just a mirror
a mirror which surrounds all around me
but i feel like people are watching me
i dont know if my mind is playing games
or if im becoming insane or just plain out crazy
im afraid to sleep, i keep one eye open
as i lay down, as i look around
with my invisible eye
i see people just staring
i see people just looking
i see so many things you normally want see
like goblins , skeletons, and other creatures
circling around as i so called slumber
there staring , there observing , there learning me
there foot steps are ringing my ears
because each step the take sounds like thunder
but when i open my eyes and stand up
they vanish,
with no clue where they went
I guess this long time spent in this black room
making me loose my mind
for being so alone,so cold,for just too long
i wish i can break away from these black walls
Copyright © Westley Newcomb | Year Posted 2007
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