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4d
I am one person,
trapped in one
nightmare,
playing one
endless game
of solitaire,
with cards of
my own choices
and decisions
made with regret.

Time devours me,
a feast for parasites
and maggots,
while I ache
to forget
myself--
****** myself
with hate...

I sit in
a wheelchair,
stare at the
white walls
of my own
mind’s cruel game—
solitaire confinement,
inprisoned in
loneliness…
Paul Phifer-Deratany
Written by
Paul Phifer-Deratany  15/M/Los Angelas, CA
(15/M/Los Angelas, CA)   
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