Prisoner of A Room with no Windows.

You Secrets Spread like weeds

Screamed from the roof tops

A Broken Record

Her Nagging Voice collides with the concrete walls

Laughter Suffocates you

Dry Humor itches your throat

Breathing is Heavy

Your a Prisoner of a room with no windows

For once in your life

You can't run

Bandaids don't work anymore

Too Young to Drive

It's too Far to Walk

There is only one thing to do

Slump down in your seat

Pretend not to hear them

And Pray for Windows.

 

Reviews

[Elanra]

Holy s**t... this is sooo painfully beautiful. i dont know if you ever read my poem "my stolen words" but the feelings of this poem totally resembles that... it has the same theme. "the room without exits"... a room you have to bare with.

very nicely written, i simply loved this and will add it to my library.
well done!

[Sally]

i loooooove this poem
its like super amazing

[HeadStrong]

I know the feeling. Story of my school. :D