Daniel Adams

Rookie (15-11-1991 / Newcastle Upon Tyne - England.)

Bed - Poem by Daniel Adams

My bed, it offered little comfort,
While tears oh silently fell.
I wrapped myself away from the world,
Felt trapped in my own personal hell.

I was trapped, in a dark dark hole,
No distant glimmer of light.
I'd sit and cry first thing on a morning,
And the last thing on a night.

The pillows were the ones who heard my sobs,
The blanket, it concealed me.
It kept me away from the world and life,
Away from everyone I didn't want to see.

The light on the ceiling, the only source,
In the darkness of my past.
I spent my time sobbing here,
Wishing each day was my last.

Eventually I found the door was open,
And it lead out to the street.
I met a boy who gave me a hand,
And lifted my back to my feet.


Comments about Bed by Daniel Adams

  • (9/30/2007 3:33:00 PM)

    Nicely written Daniel....well done (Report)Reply

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  • (9/30/2007 3:22:00 PM)

    This poem is very good
    It has a balance
    The feelings are so true
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 30, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011


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