held hostage
Date: May 27th, 2010 7:06:04 pm - Subscribe
Mood: lifeless
- life is - : boring. and this poem was impromptu and unorganized. oh wellll XD
escaping boredom,
running like a madman,
yet succumbing to it.
it takes me hostage,
puts me in a dark room,
with no method of escape.
so i sit here,
in my room,
dark as the night sky,
in front of my laptop,
watching the clock tick by.
the seconds crawl past,
prolonging my loneliness.
those numbers
in the bottom-right corner
are taunting me.
i stare them down.
they suck the life out of me,
the spirit,
the hope,
the desire to live.
i suppose
i should stop
looking.
boredom
holds me hostage,
not letting me go.
the cold floor,
the cold wall
pressing against my back,
the cold air.
my cold heart.
and in this blackness,
in the coldness,
i am held hostage.
i,
the madman,
am a hostage.
boredom,
please let me go.
i'm dying,
from the inside out.
my heart
is held
hostage.
it's beginning to die.
the beats are growing feeble.
let me free.
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