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I've been trapped in a room
And I'm waiting for death.
I don't know how long
Until my final breath.
My friends have all left me.
My family is gone.
I cannot remember
Where life went so wrong.
Perhaps it was as a child
With the little white lies.
But most could always tell.
Could that be my demise?
Perhaps a little bit older
When my life went to shift
And the friendships I made
Soon began to drift.
Or maybe even sooner
As I gave up the fight.
I'd lost all I'd had
And cannot see the light.
But whatever the case,
The time, when, or where,
I'm alone in a room
That's slowly losing air
And I've nothing here with me
But a note and a pen
That encourages me to write
So I might start again,
But young as I may be,
These bones feel so old.
Though I did enjoy living,
I fear I'm not so bold.
So my tools, they lay idle
Like my body and mind.
I sit here and wait
Till my soul starts to climb
Far into the abyss
Where it'll be dark and cold.
I'll still be alone
In a world of rot and mold.
But until then, I'm waiting
For the world without end
For just pages and pens
Can't make me begin again.
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Wow... This is amazing.. This really expresses what I am feeling right now. You done an great job!