Treasure Island

Patti Wilburn Haney

(06/04/1972 / Texas)

Dark Place


Small and confined
she stays a prisoner to her dark place
Try as she may
she always ends up back at her dark place
She looks for relief
but they always take her back to her dark place
She wonders sometimes
is she only her dark place
Don't get her wrong
she loves it when he's in her dark place
It's true she's lonely sometimes
looks to fill a void in her dark place
She still questions sometimes
can love exist in her dark place
Or is she destined to be nothing more
than her dark place

Submitted: Saturday, June 25, 2011
Edited: Monday, June 27, 2011

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  • Minas Harutunian (1/29/2014 10:11:00 PM)

    very well written. it really expressed what you were/are feeling. you did a great job attracting the reader to your emotions and feelings. (Report) Reply

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