My world

by Jun 8, 2004Poetry

My world is dark and small,
Where know one can here me as I call,
I’m locked in a cage,
Wollowing in bitterness and rage,
I cry bitter tears,
They fall like ice on a mirror,
My reflection,
Shows his neglection,
The one I love, no longer cares,
And what he did to me, he is not aware,
He hold the key to my cage,
But until he realizes this,
I am stuck, for it is him I miss,
His memory keeps me alive,
I’m stuggling to survive,
I just want to be free,
Will he ever use my key?


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