Solitary Confinement

23 Jan


I can hear chatter.
Shuffling of feet.
Tid bits of laughter.
I stood still like a leafless tree
Alone and outcast I existed
Gone and forgotten
Like an empty glass,
Something was missing
Cold concrete beneath me,
Walls engraved with ignorance.
Looking out a window into a world that didn’t exist.
losing all my memories,
To a fate I couldn’t resist.

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Posted by on January 23, 2014 in Poetry


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