Tales of a Chatroom

She walks into the room
Only seen with the mind
She elaborates on dreams
That only are in disguise
She asks for a favor
Or maybe a key
To the door of her soul
That is trapped inside thee
She knows nothing of guilt
But lies in her sleep
She takes a trip
Down that road in a heap
She runs out of gas
Only to awake
That only she rides in
A room that has been forsaked
By souls of torment
And tragedy and grief
They all have something in common
But at that sound, they shriek

D. Thomas
1/07