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.