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I lie alone on my bed tonight,
stifled in this airless room.
Red coals in the fireplace glare at me.
As I force my mind into submission,
fear flares up in my soul.

Damm, these walls seem so close!

The stark white light next to me
casts eerie shadows on my dreams.
My enemies seem so many and friends so few.
I wring my hands in prayer:
"Lord save us in this fight, be on our side!"

Damm, these walls, I'm sure nearer they've moved.

This room is silent.
Silent, but for a wireless gently playing the blues.
My thoughts torment me.
Surely I'm too young to die?
A sweat breaks out on my brow.

Damm these bloodstained walls.

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The following comments are for "These Walls"
by heart afire

too abstract ?
I thought this was one of my better ones. Any comments?

( Posted by: heart afire [Member] On: March 15, 2003 )

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