Scott
Scott

Black walls surround a room,
Nothing inside--
No one stands near while you sit in the middle of the floor.
The loneliness is palpable,
You scoop it up and play with it,
Not sure if you want it forever.
A door appears--
You shrink away from the center--
Your hatred is not something to be passed around.
A light ray peeks through,
Your eyes covered.
You could leave if only your feet would touch the ground,
But the black walls seem to be something you'll always cherish.
You can never love what you've been kept without.
Just go back to your inner void that will never fill
as long as you eat your sorrow.


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