Wednesday, January 14, 2009
could i cry, all that is withheld in me.
locked in a room,
enclosed by the four corners of the world,
with only a small glass window at the side.
a window that brought forth hope in his life,
a window that allowed glorious light to shine through.
through this glass window,
he saw familiar faces,
sunken and drunk,
from heavy smoking and excessive drinking.
it gripped his heart,
as he started hammering against the window,
screaming, pleading, begging.
but they cant hear him.
thus he slumped down,
and it dwelled upon him that,
he was in his own world,
and they were in theirs.
in the dead of the night,
oh, what a deafening silence,
and suddenly he felt,
so lost and alone.
where is everybody?
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9:01 AM
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