i sit alone in a windowless room

counting the days that i've been here

the walls are dark and shadowed

shrouded in a cloak of fear

the floor is stained with all my tears

the tears i cried for you

my heart lies shattered in a pile

cruelly broken too

this room is so familiar to me

it's so easy for me to find

it's the dark and dank imprisonment

i like to call

my mind.

-name of author not posted

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