Stock Room Poem by Diane Monte

I am afraid
In the dark room where i stay
Lonely chair i have
Only my deep breath i feel.

I knock on the door
To be heard and get help
Full blast of noise i made
But no one hears my voice

I am stocked in the room
where my body gets more cold
I cant think no more
Because i am overwhelmed by fear

Take me out of this room
Please take me out
Give me air to breath
or else you will see me dying.

Stocked room
Fear and sorrow
No light
No life!