In the Chamber

Subject: In the Chamber Wed Jan 23, 2008 12:16 am

In the Chamber

A little room, a little chair
A sodden boy, a sadden stare
He sits alone, on his own
A heart of gold…a face of stone

In his empty room, our little mourner
Cries alone in his corner
The door is locked, the dark is thick
The room is cold, the wind is quick

The boy you see, so forlorn
Who is he? What does he mourn?
Why does he sit? And not go free?
I’ll tell you why, because that boy is me.

I sit alone inside my room
It is my salvation, it is my tomb
I sit inside, and hide away
No desire to run or play

Feeling so broken down
Feeling so very out of place
My deepest sorrows stain my face
And with my fingers, my life I trace

Stuck inside a world I hate
Stuck inside this loveless state
Saved so many from breaking down
Now I’m plummeting to the ground

You can’t imagine how a feel
A pain so sharp, a pain so real
I close my eyes, I cannot see
Now as I fall….I wonder…
Who will be there to save me?

Max

Subject: Re: In the Chamber Wed Jan 23, 2008 12:50 am

Another good poem Max and sad at that. Come here buddy. *Huggles.*

Subject: Re: In the Chamber Wed Jan 23, 2008 7:38 pm

Aww...*hugs*