Extension Of A Broken Soul

An expression of self through poetry and the words that people use everyday.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

"Sitting In My Corner"

Sitting in my corner
Panting, pacing, thinking
What did I do?
Why did I..?
Oh My God!
My wrists...
A puddle of life lay before me
Red and exuberant
My body trembling in its own confusion
My thoughts racing past my consciousness
Numbness begins to take charge
A sensation surprisingly comforting
Looking at the culprits and their accomplice
Which reflects the light from the outside
The picture I see slowly dims
And darkness is all thats remains.

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