Unwanted Confined

by President Dead   May 20, 2006


I sit in a corner,
Outcast and alone,
I've been given the shoulder,
The cold sharp stone.

Left to die,
Outside a cloud of hate,
This is not treason,
I say it is fate.

Black walls close in,
Upon a broken mind,
That once withheld,
Cold steel confined.

Unneeded self,
Unwanted to all,
The is the way,
I take my fall.

Cold glass shatters,
Window frames exposed,
Freedom of flow,
This writings now closed.

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  • 17 years ago

    by BeeBeeGun

    Thanks for the comment
    i like this one it shows alot of feeling in it in just a few lines
    keep up the good work
    your doing great

    =bianca=

  • 17 years ago

    by RetroRavey

    One of the best ones I've red yet. Keep it up.

    Truly,
    RLS

  • 17 years ago

    by aliiiii

    Wow, is one of the biggest times this word has come out my mouth, both on your poems. But you really point it out how us people feel. I wish i could write it like you do, but i cant...so i respect the fact that you put it out there and able to show people how we feel. thanks, 5/5, but its worth a LOT more.

  • 17 years ago

    by Lady Vengeance

    Dan, you have out-done yourself. one of ur very best! i really really liked it. it made me feel very misunderstood and somehow part of the poem. very kool.
    : ) Suzie

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