Arron Fowler


Dungeon Of The Mind - Poem by Arron Fowler

Locked in a dingy pot hole
Liquid leaking from cracks in the ceiling
No sign of life, Not one soul
The sense of emptyness is not apealling.

Bounded in chains that i need to brake
How do I traverse this baron wasteland
Brain plays treaturous tricks, I need to escape
Sentanced to death by satans cold black hand.

Im trapped in this dungeon
Need a get away plan.

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My heads messed hahaha

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  • Gold Star - 16,408 Points * Sunprincess * (1/21/2013 4:11:00 PM)

    this one reads like a video game..keep penning! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, January 21, 2013


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