How does it feel
To be alone,
To be lonely,
In that very dark room.
And the only light
The only hope,
Coming from the cornered window.
Its me standing there
Staring at the opened window
And the closed door..

And there is fear pondering over
Of getting caught by someone
In that position...
"They will call you a lunatic!"
Back at days...
It never made much sense,
But now I can feel,
That darkness , loneliness
Encompassing my body , my soul
Now ...now I cant see myself ,