Eternity

In the middle of four solid walls, there i stand;motionless
Unable to move; just rooted to the ground like a grand oak tree.

No windows to see the wonderful world that God has created
And no sunlight, to feel the warmth on my soft, sensitive skin.

No hope for me to escape this God-forsaken place
Just stuck here, in this hell-like prison, for eternity.



Poetry by Nightingale21
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Written on 2008-05-26 at 00:22

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