Prison of Solitude

Four pale blue walls surround my day
Curtains dull the morning ray
A square light hums above my head
Same old blanket, where dreams are fed

Fingers trace the cracks in the wall
Mattress lines—I know them all
Teddy bears in gentle rows
Friends I keep where memory flows

This bed has held my silent cries
Where pain and sleep would harmonize
The breath I take, the ache I feel
They slowly teach my soul to heal

Do you remember what it’s like to be free?
To laugh in rooms alive with memory
Now silence grows where voices used to play
In the prison of solitude, I stay

The kettle hums its quiet tune
Two old cups and no balloon
No clinking spoons or tiny cheers
Just fading photos through the years

No baby chairs, no little hands
No crumb trails on the kitchen stand
That little bib with ears aligned
I carry all I left behind

Gone the morning rush, the breakfast song
Where have all those days gone wrong?
A body frail, a soul so worn
A wish to feel less so alone

I wait for someone to remember!

Do you remember what it’s like to be free?
To laugh in rooms alive with memory
Now silence grows where voices used to play
In the prison of solitude, I stay 

Edellinen    Seuraava