Dark cold bin.

Alone once again in this dark cold bin,
Light peeks through the crack
but seems to never come in,
Shaking from head to toe
when i will get out i don't know.

Stuck in this dark cold bin,
unaware of any one who
comes in,
The only friend i have is the
cloths on my skin.

I hate this dark cold bin,
The floor are caving in
and the walls have began
to fall.

As i sit here alone and cold
waiting for some hope,
I then know i might never get
out.

As i close my eyes and begin
to sleep,
I did not hear a peep or a creek,
Just the sound of silence
As i drift off in to a endless
sleep.

 

Reviews

[Libby McKeown]

So dark, but wait til adult life disappointment sets in and the realization that true darkness tastes like coffee and percoset lol. This is a good piece, but the colored font detracts from the poem. Try taking out words at random to give the poem and unbalanced feel. A mere and humble suggestion. Keep writing!

[YouoweYoupay]

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[Margaret Marie Hubbard]

I really like this one!

[HopelesslyDevoted]

I have been in this mental state for a long time... it sucks, but its real. excellent writing though.