Crying in the deep darkest corner of the room.
The tears are flowing,
Their lives are short.
Dropping to their death upon the floor.
No one knows the feelings of these tears,
Spilling out to see the precious darkness.
Shining off the reflection of the light
Coming from the hole in the cell.
They put me in here.
Crying in the deep darkest corner of my room.
The tears are flowing,
Their lives are short.

Author's Note: This is my first poem in two weeks. it may suck, but
please bare with my writer's blockness..
 
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