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[Oct. 12th, 2005|02:51 pm]
Open Mic: Share Your Poems and Lyrics
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Our Own Hell

He sits alone there in his cell
walls filled with cracks
blinding light sneaks through
to tease of what he lacks
fighting the same battle
day in and day out
the source of what he's missing
has been lost in his thoughts
years and years have passed
the man begins to wonder
what it's like to live out there
if only he'd surrender
he's out and walks the streets
noone seems to notice
the solitaire games he plays
when he sits alone to focus
waiting for a hand to reach
within his dark, cold cell
through the cracks, when it appears
loves hand will end his hell

Not something that I'm proud of really, just the only thing I've written in a long time
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