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A poem I wrote awhile ago when I was in a particularly depressing mood. This is about a prisoner within a dungeon of old. Enjoy!
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 65 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-01-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3018636
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Trapped and confused
Dark, damp, and terrifying
Voices echoing
No way out
No light or spark
No place dry
Hard rock;
Cold and cruel
Maddening it will turn
No sanctum or hope
Tortured and hurt
Screaming and cries
Too much to bear
Hard to stand
Mind cracking
Falling… Falling…
Running… Running…
Walls closing in
'Tis Hell we see
Lights fade
Fire burns
Then nothing comes…
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