Dungeon Turmoil

I wrote this poem at an extremely lonely point in my life.

Trapped within a shell, crying, dying, clawing at the
barriers which are unyielding, the lonliness torments
me to no end, laughs at me with a devilish grin, and
casts an eerie shadow upon my joyful soul, chaining it
to the confines of darkness.

Within the dampness of this dungeon, the bitter
chill drives through my flesh to the bone, stealing
away the warmth of my gentle, caring soul, attempting
to drive out of me the love, and compassion I desperately
cling to with all my strength.

Demons from within these confines, toil with my emotions,
filling my soul with twisted visions of hope, then laugh
evily upon their prey, the tears visibly gliding across my
cheeks as I slowly succumb a little more to the
repressive, relentless torture from these depths of loneliness.

When will the wondrous spark or life once again project itself
from these empty, cold eyes?

Only the endless depths of time shall reveal the truth.........


Nichole Letitia Byrom
April 27, 1997