By: Joshua J. Johnson
11 Dec 99
Feel the walls close in on me
The same walls I built to protect me
Hear the call of darkness
Taunting me
Pulling me in close
Surrounding me with emptiness
I find myself falling down again
I crawl across the cold ground
Asking myself
Can I get any lower?
Could I be more alone?
Close my eyes and shed a tear
Lower my head
Taste the dirt
Can't seem to escape
The loneliness of being me
© Joshua J. Johnson, 1999
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