Counting off regret’s,
And crossing off dreams,
As I sit and rot away in this prison of the past.
Just a spec of light shines in through the bars,
As I keep myself hidden in the darkest corner of my cage.
A smile appears once and a while,
On my dull express less face,
And some day’s I’m too tired to try.
As I have isolated myself once again,
I feel incomplete but I will always feel this way,
Because even when I surround myself with good and bad people, I always still feel incomplete.
So I sit in my empty, hollow cell,
And wait for the day when I feel somewhat complete.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
Counting off regret’s,
And crossing off dreams,
As I sit and rot away in this prison of the past.
Just a spec of light shines in through the bars,
As I keep myself hidden in the darkest corner of my cage.
A smile appears once and a while,
On my dull express less face,
And some day’s I’m too tired to try.
As I have isolated myself once again,
I feel incomplete but I will always feel this way,
Because even when I surround myself with good and bad people, I always still feel incomplete.
So I sit in my empty, hollow cell,
And wait for the day when I feel somewhat complete.
Reading all my poems on PoetFreak and finding the one's a kind of liked the best and the one's others liked a lot, so I shall never forget them.
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