I roam,
the edges of this small cavern,
my hands running along the damp walls
I sit alone in this crowded room,
the chatter deafening,
words bouncing,
thoughts screaming,
then I forget and all is quiet,
sleeping in my prison..
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I roam,
the edges of this small cavern,
my hands running along the damp walls
I sit alone in this crowded room,
the chatter deafening,
words bouncing,
thoughts screaming,
then I forget and all is quiet,
sleeping in my prison..