Help on the way

You are stuck behind the cold bars of a mental imprisonment
Sitting huddled in the corner
Hearing the silence grow louder and louder
You are abandoned in the depth of your racing thoughts

I am the someone that searches day and night
Shouting your name and trying to fight the storm
Each day the whisper of my voice becomes clearer
Then you know for sure

I will find you





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Write4fun said...
Sept. 19, 2012 at 6:36 pm
Aw, how beautiful. I like the you/I consept. Personally, I would change the title, make it more of the "prisoner". But that wasn't the peice. It was just the title of it. Wow, nice peice.  
 
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