~5517~

Deep in mind,

All you’ll find is ruins.

An empty destroyed grey room,

And I sitting in a rusty steel chair.

Looking out the window,

Watching life pass on by without me.

I can’t find the door way out,

To be free in today’s cruel world.

But I stay in that old rusty steel chair,

Still watching my friends thrive in life.

As I lie to myself,

While trying to keep myself sane.

Fear has a grip on my shoulders,

As death awaits my soul on the other side.

Author's Note

tell me what you think please