stuck
Trapped within a twisted place
Yielding not to time and space
Echoed from eyes so bleary
Silence is cold and eery
A quiet roar crashes in
Lashing nerves already thin
Cast out in endless churning
Trapped in a conscience burning
Raided, bombarded, taunted
Scalded by thoughts unwanted
Slowly the torment subsides
Cast to shadow darkness hides
Silence turns placid with time
Quick and steady dread doth climb
Creeping, creeping, creeping still
To scream unbearably shrill
And too soon there's no escape
Peace crushed like a ripened grape
Madness laughs and few are heard
Teary sadness, vision blurred
Without solace all turns bleak
To the lost who cannot seek
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