In the Dark
By: Elizabeth

I'm sitting outside waiting for the sun to set on another day in hell,
Sometimes I feel trapped,
Like I've fallen into a hole, or a deep, dark well.
I spin around in circles plotting my escape,
when something from with-in blinds me with duck tape.
I can not see the sights that I had seen before,
I do not think the thought that I had thought before,
My mind has been altered,
My opinion has changed,
All I think of is dark pain, and outrage.
It's just another story, just another page,
to add to my Book of good times that my bad mother took.

I sit back and watch the sky turn grey,
I think to myself tonight the night I'm going to run away,
But I think again,
what would that solve, Nothing I guess
Just a crazy way to get rid of my stress,
No where to go, No reason to stay,
both to my dismay.

The Butterfly of darkness drifts closer by,
I'm left with a hurt that just makes me Cry
Its graceful wings twinkle in the shadows,
I guess, I should I'll just let go.

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