Born In Solitude

by Quinn Specht   Mar 14, 2007


Behind these walls,
is the feilds filled with green.
Beyond this padded hell,
lays the world that I
once knew.
My mind
once filled with memories,
now blank with anger.
Born in solitude,
screaming only never
to be heard.
Holding out my hands,
and tears they fill my eyes.
I want out of this horrible box.
Let me out!!!

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