Dawn & Dusk

A lament

Waking up
In a dark room
All alone
I must assume

Don’t remember
How I got here
Can’t see anything
But my own fear

The room is vast
I have spent years searching it
It is filled with sharp objects
Which cause me to trip

The room’s not square
It’s an irregular shape
And I’ve only just realised
That it can change

It’s fighting me
I am its prisoner
I cry out
The walls, the only listener

Then a name
Pops into my mind
And I realise where I’ve been
All this time

The room fixes
Into its shape
But that doesn’t mean
That it will be easy to escape

I know the route out
I know the way well
For through my past traumas
Is the way out of this hell

I must pile the sharp objects
And use them to climb
For depression is this condition
And this room is my mind