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.