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by Mark Hopwood Dec 20, 2004 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
When I go walking around this place of mine People are talking but only in my mind I'm empty and blind. When I go running around the circles of my head The demons are gunning and wanting me dead It's a Fiery red. It's the same thing day in, day out Silent screams of let me out The same old thing day out and day in I'm cemented, trapped and locked in. When I go swimming in the river of my emotions It feels like i'm drowning in all the commotion Just drinking the potion. When I go sitting in the corner of my soul Thinking about living but trapped in a dustbowl Stuck in a hole.