Stuck here like this, no were to go and nothing around to see, flat empty and lonely.

I’ve been wondering for year’s, months, weeks and days with only myself to keep myself company.

The silence is so loud my head hurts, this grey world i travel means nothing to me but yet feels like home.

All alone with out even a birds song in the sky, i wish i could curl up and die

I’m traped here in my own hell a prisoner to myself, the days are long but the night are even longer as i rome searching for what ever it is i need to find.

A light appears in the not too far distance but i know it means nothing as it will soon disappear, as it as so many times before.

I turn my back and walk the other way, still searching for that elusive day.

So alone i must travel around this lonely place, imagining i will find some day that something to help me get out of this place

a silent cry from a silent voice

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wondering-soul/