My eyes opened to darkness.
It will not fade; the morning light fails.
My surroundings enveloped by gloominess.
I freely walk anywhere inside this jail.
Straight I move aimlessly.
Alone, the multitude confines me.
So many people walking closely,
Who’s the ghost in this scheme?
I yearn to feel the others’ heat.
The faceless bodies chill my bones.
I see them laugh and enjoy, upbeat,
They speak a strange language to my soul.
My sense of humor has served me well.
In the desert for the familiar I turn.
The evaporation has dried up the well.
Need a downpour of laughter when I return.
