In the dark

In my early childhood, I enjoyed creating short stories and poetry…

When it comes in my head, I can’t stop them, but let them  topple  inside my cramped head,  as I feverishly scroll them onto paper and forever ebb them in my thoughts.

I stare out the window

In my darken state

Forever in your shadows

That does not dance or sway

But just lies still

Like the dead of the night

Where no words or sound is heard

But only the words screaming and crying in my head

Dark thoughts

Of enclosure within myself 

My soul is not happy

But I don’t show the world 

For the world won’t really care

I’m just another body

Like at work to answer the phones 

Methodically

A robot

Repetitive motions

Repetitive emotions 

Repetitive day after day after day

I want to lock myself in a room 

And never come out

But just give me a window 

To let the rays caress me 

From time to time 

So I can know which is day

And which is night