Alone I Sit... Poem by Derryn Whitaker

Alone I sit, buried in this windowless room, face down in a pillow, where my body
Lies still while my brain leisurely corrupts my earlier happiness,
Overriding it with somber memories of the things I tried so hard to forget.
Not one memory's neglected, the tears flow freely from the corner of my
Eyes, the two things that once held the light I learned to live by.

I guess that was my biggest lie.

Sitting here, I don't remember a time when my world didn't possess a darkness
Ignited by the idiotic ways I ruled my life, the way I dictated. Maybe it was a sign
Trying to show me that even when I thought I was strong, I was wrong.