Soul seeking outcast

by kevin Boundy AKA the ghost   Jun 1, 2009


Solitary confinement
Has brought me to the brink
The floor becomes a bed of quick sand
If only I could think

All this time in this little cell
And I still can't catch my breath
With every cigarette I smoke
I come closer to my death

But why does it even matter
I can't escape this evil place
Not that it matters because
My soul seems lost without a trace

I scream out in agony
But this prison leaves me mute
I fought for every second I lived
To that there's no dispute

I would call this a nightmare
But I don't sleep anymore
I fought until I collapsed but tell me
What am i fighting for?

My life? thats ironic
All that time I used to spend
Trying to make damned sure
That my life would finally end

My soul? it can't be that
For the fact it is long gone
All those nights trying to sleep
Laying eyes wide in bed til' dawn

My heart? the hollow spot in my chest
If only it was still there
But thats long been broken
And I'm left without a spare

But I can't stop living
Despite my every will
I've done everything I know of
And I feel empty still

Moving through my future with sure steps
And yet I'm flying blind
The only prison I'm locked up in
Is known as my own mind

My heart used to be my prison
But I was broken out
I thought I was free.. only a dream
Of that there is no doubt

I will never be free
From this burden called my past
In solitary confinement I remain
Just a soul seeking outcast

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