I am alone here.Mature

My head aches,
with this continual pounding in my skull,
I awake wanting to return to my slumber-
cushioned and protected,
free from the troubles of life,
the boredom of nothingness.

I am caged in this house like a prisoner,
secluded in my own home.
I am alone here.


11.8.09

The End

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