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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