In my mind, there's an empty room
Void of light, of sound,
Of any outside connection,
I only have the faintest memory
Of what it used to be
An echo of despair, and loneliness,
Where I used to go to try to hide myself.
This room of absence,
At the end of the narrow passage way,
Has been sealed for months.
Only now have I found the courage
To open it, and step inside.
No warmth could penetrate the walls
Of this black hole of a space.
The flame I brought provided little light
But I must plunge in deeper,
For before I rid myself of this space
I must learn what secrets I have hidden,
In this desolate corner of my thoughts.