Sitting within 4 walls
Small rays of joy penetrating
Not reaching
Not reaching my shaded corner

I sit as the hours slip by
An hour glass where sands slip through
Age approaches oblivious to time
Reality bites deeply into my side

Words of painful yesterday
Eat away at my darkened heart
And that old Nemesis toys;
'Perhaps I was wrong'.

Suffocated in these 4 walls
The sky grows dim
Shuffling up a hill, where the sun doesn't shine
I slow and wonder whether to take my leave now
But in the still
A few sparks
A few stars lighting a small path

Disappointed in this reality
Maybe soon these days will be the last
Harsh nights and bitter days until then
Perhaps I'm not alone.

D.R.W.