In the hours of darkness

I feel vagueness

Creeping towards me,

Touching with it’s cold

Frightening vines…

Here I am, sitting by myself

In the corner of my room

Staring to the shadows

Wrapped around me.

Alone, all alone.

The door is locked, but

Is it locked from outside or

From Inside?

Note: Friends, This is not about me. It's just my work.