They Told Me, They Said Don’t Do It, Don’t Look But Larry cuts a finely profound and expressive poem here – nicely done 🙂 eastelmhurst.a.go.go I’m stuck here In my lonely room Not a friend To be found Time passes o so slowly. I’m out of my mind. It’s been five Very long years now. All day long All night long It’s quite a nightmare down here. It’s very scary. I’ve started To play such odd games All day long All night long. Talking to Satan can help. I’m just pretending. There are times When I miss my past Yesterday Come and gone. My heart is slowly breaking. A merciless hell. My clock ticks An endless ritual On and on Night and day I see there is no way out For the truly damned. Here’s my attempt to write for one of Rory’s What’s My Story? prompts. At least Rory rhymes with story. It’s a shadorma poem. View original postShare this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Comments are closed.