This dungeonA Poem by Breana Seabrooks
This dungeon of darkness
With walls of blood And bodies dragged through mud. With floors so cold, No one knows what these walls behold. And all I do is cry And look into the pig's eye. This dungeon of darkness Where a voice is heard By the mouth of the absurd. His voice is dark. Cuts through like a shark Loud and demanding I am a crash landing. This dungeon of darkness I cry every night Never to see day A perpetual darkness. No love no hugs I want it to end And here I die. © 2015 Breana SeabrooksAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on May 6, 2015 Last Updated on May 6, 2015 AuthorBreana SeabrooksDetroit, MIAboutMy name is Breana. I love to write, I've been doing it since I was a little girl. I try my best to write something everyday, but of course, sometimes don't get around to it. I guess my real reason of .. more..Writing
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