The Lost Soul by Samantha N. Barham

i’m sitting all alone
alone inside these walls
trapped in total darkness
watching teardrops fall
everybody hates me
i can’t do anything right
people kicking me to the ground
and i can’t put up a fight
talking to the shadows
that whisper in my ear
i now am not as joyful
but am filled with anger and fear
crouching in the corner
with no blanket in the cold
I stay lying dying there
As I watch my soul unfold
Listening to the raindrops fall
Outside on the ground
Evil moves throughout my room
But doesn’t make a sound
So when you think
There’s nothing there
Because nothing can be seen
Think again and come to find
That evil lives in me

Meridian (205.188.116.200) -- Monday, July 26 2004, 10:48 pm

Dark Thoughts
Hey Sam! It's very visionary! I can see you crouching in the dark, biting your nails due to the cold, crying nonstop, while black swirls around in your room, due to the evil thoughts!darn good poem! Smiles, Meri

Brittany Walker (207.200.116.136) -- Wednesday, September 28 2005, 09:17 pm

RIGHT ON
I hella like that poem that you wrote and i think that i can understand it some ways....i think that you have something good right there, so keep writing...and another thing i totally agree with you about writing poems too it does help get your feelings out with out have to tell anyone or hurting anyones feelings you know what i mean...i have been writing poems since i was 14....and i am 19 know so it has really helped me so i totally agree with you....later days

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