Lying here you'll find me
with my shackles to the wall
my hands tied back behind me
no where to turn at all
My thoughts run round in circles
trapped inside my head
wishing I was somewhere else
Or perhaps that I was dead
This place devores my humanity
it fills every corner of my mind
where my thoughts come back to haunt me
the ones I hoped had died
I wander through my memories
relving play by play
seeing every thing I didn't do
and the things I didn't say
But if I fixed one moment
would it change the future too
or would I still lie here alone
wishing to be with you.
FYI this is an old poem
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