Slave

by Bradley Peter   Dec 6, 2010


Ice cold and dark,
My heart is stone,
Tired and breathless,
I'm all alone,

The music speaks,
But not to me,
I long for the dream,
Of being free,

My thoughts are hard,
I see no way,
And all I hear,
Is total decay,

Dreams are dead,
Spirit broken,
I lie here shapeless,
Still. Unspoken.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Keleena

    I found this simplistically deep, and well put together. Overall captivating impact, especially in the last stanza.
    Thanks for sharing.