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Solitary

It's dark here.
I sit alone,
Naked and abandoned.
Cast in my own company.

The black looms closer,
I can't see my hand,
Can't feel my face.
Lost in my own disgrace.

I scream
Until my lungs are raw.
The sound reflects back
A cry only I can hear

Where are you?
When I need you,
To chase away my fear?
It's dark here. 

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Lynn Dye

Sun 22nd May 2011 20:47

A good poem, hope it's not autobiographical... x

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Elaine Booth

Sun 22nd May 2011 19:48

Kenny, such a raw, hurting poem. Hope it's light for you right now. X

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