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.
Lynn Dye
Sun 22nd May 2011 20:47
A good poem, hope it's not autobiographical... x