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please turn on the lights

Poetry By: solafidas
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thoughts of being unhappy with where one is but not willing to change


Submitted:Jul 14, 2008    Reads: 186    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


You can find me in the shadows, I'd come out into the light but I think either the lights have all burnt out or I just can'tfind the switch.

Maybe you can find it for me, you have'nt been here that long, it might be easier.

This room seems to grows on you after awhile. I particularly like this corner, it's a little dusty and unused but I find myself sitting here for hours.

I had forgotten how worn down the floor had become, small feet in the stone... but then I wouldn't be alone here.

I think I'm lost, I've thought that for some time... I keep telling myself,

"I'll look for me tomorow"

I just keep forgetting.

There is a cage here somewhere, nothing inside, just sitting empty on the floor. I walked all the way around, looking out through the bars, but just empty.

Sometimes

I can still see the lights, if I close my eyes real tight... it hurts, but I can see them. Just a little.

Hello? Hmmm I thought that you were right here by my side, but then I've allways been alone, havent I?

I found a key yesterday, for a door I have been trying to open. Now that I know it is locked I am not so sure I want to open it.

what if it has been locked for a reason and I dont want to see whats inside? ...but maybe I'm inside.

Then again, I should probably get back... back to something, what was? where am I?





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