Jacob Bennett

How did I get here?

Confined to this cell.

My eyes see nothing,

My personal hell.


Head filled with lies,

I rot away.

The door is open,

Here I stay.


Time becomes meaningless,

Days into years.

I have nothing left,

Not even tears.


I float for eternity,

In and out of sleep.

This ground of dirt,

Is where I seep.


Who am I?

Does anyone know?

Into this soil,

Is where I now grow.


Nothing can free me,

I cry alone.

No one can save me,

This is my home.


Oh well.

  • Author: Jacob Bennett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 22nd, 2018 05:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: I hope to express the way I feel about how my life is going right now. I do not intend to express a sense of depression, instead I want to convey my feelings of isolation and hopelessness. I am actually quite content with where I am right now in my life, but there are somethings that I cannot manage to get right.
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