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.
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Author:
Jacob Bennett (
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- 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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