Monday, December 13, 2010

The Fort

The light, cast shadows and trails of darkness,
It felt cold and but not like Christmas,
Holding myself silent, looking out into the blackness.

Damn it, why did I feel so hopeless.

Holding the flashlight, almost loosing consciousness,
Oh, why were we out this night, looking back I hide my shyness,
My little fort, my hiding place, I only feel disgrace.