In the darkness of my world
I find my own solitude
I can’t let the light in
I don’t want that interlude
I need to be all alone
That’s when I feel secure
It’s the solitude you see
For me, that is my cure
I keep my doors always locked
The windows covered to
I separate myself from the world
Because that’s what I want to do
All I ask of anyone
Is to be left alone
I appear to be a prisoner
Locked here inside my home
It’s not my house that contains me
You see, it’s really my mind
That’s what controls me
All my waking time
(7-16-11/RjH)
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