within my wallsA Poem by waleed blackotrue feelingswithin my empty room walls... am sitting in solitude...
thinking about my old memories..
which confuse my tortured mind...
within my empty room walls...
am sitting in fear...
feels the walls are closing over my chest..
where i still still feel a pulse inside...
within my empty rooms walls..
am sitting down with no sounds...
with nothing to hear..
but the screams of my past memories..
i took a look outside the walls..
to the frozen and dead backyards..
the tree of my past...
already dead..falling leaves..
over the frozen ground...
each leaf have a memory
from the old time.. the past time..
within my empty room..
i lay alone..
looking for the last morning..
looking to end my torture...
looking for the salvation...
deep inside...my dying soul..
the vision of the dead forest..
the bleeding roots...telling my tale..
with solitude..lonliness...
am on my own...
fighting the memories..
am on my own...
with my dead history...
am on my own..
within the walls of my cold room.
© 2009 waleed blacko |
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