Bang My Head

Trapt!

What am I to do?

Where am I?

I have no clue

They say that four walls build a home

But these walls have become my tomb

Banging my head I just want it to stop

As I try to break out through the top

Banging my head against the wall

Will I ever get to see the sun

I bang my head so that I will fall

And hope the curse of life will be undone

As I lay still with blood soaking my hair

I look up to the ceiling and just stare

I stare as blood slips from my head

I close my eyes and begin to wonder

Would I be better off dead?

Is it worth living in this oppressive place?

Is this what my life has become,

A waste?

I turn and thrash on the floor

I yell as I bang my head

"I don't want to be here anymore!"

And when I opened my eyes I caught glimpse of a light

As bright as the moon on a starry summers night

And as I starred at this light I began to feel better

And the light shined brighter

My scars all diminish

I no longer bang my head in defeat

Instead I bang my head to the beat

And now a life I must finish

Reviews

[Lady Raven]

This poem takes the reader down into the pits of despair and then up to a very hopeful place. Nicely done.