Friday, August 16, 2013

The Cell

Shine a light into my private cell
A rented, cold slab of decay
Where I landed unexpectedly
When floors crumbled, giving away

Lying still in suffocating darkness
That hanged like a man in the room
All stars and sky blocked out of view
These concrete blocks sealing my tomb

Where carefree laughter died mute
And dreams were chased away
By bottles of mind-numbing dolls
Whose potions kept pain at bay

Shine a light into my private cell
So it might pierce this consumptive black hole
Igniting trampled embers of hope
In a beaten and broken soul

If you shine a light into my private cell
I promise to hold on
Lift these lids up to another day
Bidding raven skies be gone


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