Alone,
words resounding,
bouncing against
the cold, hard, eerie walls
of my brain.
Thoughts
Never revealed,
Myself,
Barred behind them
Imprisoned.
nothing to do
but lay on a cold, hard,
uninviting bed
tallying the days
‘til I’m freed of these words unsaid.
**** Today makes a year since i posted my first poem here on Poemhunter! ! 10/9/07: D
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One year? well, happy anniversary! ? ! haha Great write, love your description. -Kylie M. Lynch