Personal Hell

I am standing in a large room
it is dark
All around is inky blackness
too deep to see through
I am lost; alone
Nowhere to go and
No one to turn to
Groping forward I crash into
some unknown obstacle
the momentum sending me
stumbling 3 steps backward
I cry out for help
but there is no one to hear me
My screams echo back to me
in the darkness of living purgatory
I find the corner and huddle there
Softly crying; waiting
Waiting for someone to free me
from this hell of my own making

May 17, 2005
Copyright Michelle Simpson