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I sit alone in this dark room...
engulfing me, the loneliest sorrow ...
cannot escape my impending doom...
I...will be..no more.. on the morrow...

No hope to feel, none to grasp...
minutes fly to my fall from grace...
"you're mine" he says with a rasp....
"hope you'll enjoy your new place"

Desperately, I seek a sanctuary..
a secret place to hide my soul..
cannot fathom this horrid mortuary..
his mind is an intrepid black hole...

Can no one help me...hear me?...
I cling to one last shred of desire...
Please...I only wish to be set free...
not burn forever in his ghastly fire....
     ~ Angela Komiotis ~

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

Really tough little poem.Lots of drama.I believe you.