My Own Prison

A dimming light
flickering in the dark
buzzing
with electricity
damp
and cold
shivering
my thoughts so overwhelming
the rank smell
of decay grows stronger
as the hours slowly pass
a silence so harsh
it shreds my ears and I
wish I could find the way
out of the darkness
so bleak and desperate
but there are no doors
only a maze of walls
that lead to tired dead ends
and then a footstep
echoes
through the despair
but
I haven�t moved in years
more to follow
closer
now stopping
inches away
the light
burns out and
the darkness swallows me whole
it doesn�t matter
because I know you�re there
beside me
holding me close
to ease my thoughts
taking my hand
to be my guide
to show me the way out
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