THE ROOM MADE WITH SIX WALLS

Isolated.
Separated.
Dying a slow death.
A slow suicide.
Inhaling poison air.
Exhaling poison air.
Quarantined.
Imprisoned.
The lines in the skin are deep.
They speak a silence.
A silence that screams.
The silence that is a homicide.
Tortured.
Tormented.
Broken heart.
Torn soul.
Fractured and fragmented mind.
Out of sight.
Out of mind.
Become the forgotten.
Become the forsaken.
I am haunted.
My demons are devouring me.
Consuming me.
With laughter.
Put away in a room with six walls.
No doorway, no windows.
This is hopelessness.
A life unlived.
A story untold.

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(27/10/2012)