Life Is A DungeonLike a dungeon, I am enclosedLife Is A Dungeon by ~Dory-Meg
Trapped in yet so exposed
Wrapped in the web of lies
My own deceptive design
Inside my dungeon, I can touch all walls
Standing forever and to never fall
I am so young, but of sixteen,
Suddenly wishing it was a dream
In the small space, I suffocate
Choking on imaginary problems
Am I to live in the place I created?
No matter how much I hate it?
The bricks run of tears
Reflecting my crimes
Confusing what's clear
I need to find more time
Exhausted, I rest in the corner of my dungeon
I am a student to my own life
A lil Grace changed my lifeIt's been four years since she died, my wife Ellie. Only took me three months to lose my house. Everything I own I carry on my back, I don't dare leave it under the bridge (that's where I sleep) people will nick it.A lil Grace changed my life by ~Dory-Meg
Living life like this, everyday is torture. Your stomach is always grumbling, the nights are always cold, but nothing is worse than all the pitying looks people give you as you beg for their spare change. I can't believe I used to laugh at fellas like I am now.
The name is Ed. Ed and Ellie, a match made in heaven some would say. I always thought she was an angel, especially with those sparkling blue eyes and her long golden hair. If I believed in God and all that, she'd probably be shaking her head in heaven from seeing how far I've fallen.
Scrounging through dumpsters now for something to calm the beast inside. I find a half-eaten doughnut and some left over fries. I pick of the maggots and dig in.
"Eww." Comes a voice from behind. "Do you want my sandwich? Mummy