Sometimes I go to a dark place
I go there all alone
I hear no friendly voices
Not even on the phone
The dark place isn’t cosy
Bed of nails cold
Makes me feel lonely
Crushed and sad and old
No walls or locks to hold me
The darkness has to keep
A dungeon in my head space
Awake or fast asleep
Dark place full of torture
Thoughts both old and new
Dreams a jagged landscape
Chilled as morning dew
Killers serve their time out
Robbers they walk free
Life sentence no remission
The dark place gave to me
The dark place is my prison
A jail built just for me
Dark place a heavy curtain
Through which I cannot see
Though searching for the sunshine
Those rays of hope and joy
The dark place drops the shutters
That’s not for you my boy
Sometimes I go to a dark place
I go there all alone
I hear no friendly voices
Not even on the phone
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I think this is one of your best poems. Wonderful description of loneliness and depression.
Thanks Heather. Always at my best when at my worst. 🙂
What can I say Tony – other than ‘Dark!’
How you gonna turn that into a tune Charles? I wish you luck… lol