I stay secluded in my own world
My conscience keeps me imprisoned by cell walls
Pushed inside these corners of grey halls
So when I’m cold it’s not the snow that falls
But the rain that never ends
My thoughts disarrayed by un-prayed for lines
So now stanzas are never complete
The smiley Sun is shaded by piled up lazy leaves
So I can’t see beyond the wavy seas
Don’t even know what I’m looking for...
In a place where whispers are never heard
And birds never chirp
And sun shines are just thunderstorms
And big dreams are just lost desires
Where soulless silhouettes consume my empty shell.