this is my frustrating poem. its supposed to have lots of indents but it doesnt work and i dont know how to make it work on here


in need of a title

One thing
after another
After another.
As steady as the endless
Tick tick tick
Of the clock, high on the wall
Taunting me.
With its painfully slow steps
Toward freedom.
Frustration.
My mistakes, countless.
As countless as
the endless snowflakes
That fly past the windows
The snow,
So out of place
The sun,
Chained behind the white.
I am the snow
I am the sun.
I am unwelcome
And I am stuck here.
Imprisoned
Each misguided
Heat of the moment
Word
That has ever left my lips
Just another brick in the wall
building up my confinement
Higher
And higher
Till escape
is but a meaningless word,
an unattainable fantasy.




Poetry by dre
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Written on 2008-05-01 at 01:07

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