Eleven Lines
Closed in a closed cave
Its's so dark I cannot see my own skin
No flashlight, no torches, no matches, helpless
I can't start a fire...its's so dark I see no light
When something shines, someone will get hurt
Maybe devoured by bats of my own self
In multiple bloodsucking forms, will I escape?
Maybe I will find happiness im lost and torn
Decisions, decisions, desicions...undecisive
Closed in a closed cave, on the wall I carved
"It's so dark I cannot see my own opening"
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joshuafields
My side hobby is writing poetry, I tend to write complicated poems that have various meanings and I am always interested to hear other's interpretations. I love poetry because it acts as a gateway to express things and reveal my inner self. Enjoy, Poetry lovers!
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