The Key Poem by Alex Cairnie

I sit here and wait
No emotion no hate
I sit here alone
No one calls on the phone
I sit here in silence
My shadow and me
I sit here locked in
With no key

I sit on this chair
And fight wars with my mind
I sit here in battle
No reprieve can I find
I spend nights in the darkness
Just me and my thoughts
I sit here and fade
My spirit withers and rots

I sit here all day
I am cold and compressed
You may wish to judge
But I am doing my best
I sit and I wonder
At what life could have been
But I do not complain
Defeat to me is obscene

I sit here alone
Most days of the week
A voice or an ear
Is all that I seek
I sit here the patient
By my own idle hand
In the prison of myself
On eternal remand

I sit here in silence
Neither bitter nor sad
I've had all my chances
More than some ever had
I sit in this room
Each day plays out the same
Though locked in, I am happy
And I am still in the game

I sit and i listen
To the drums in my head
They play the same beat
When alone in my bed
Somewhere someone is trying
To help people like me
Maybe someday that someone
Will at last find the key

AC