Surrounded by silence
Sequestered in a quiet corner of anonymity
I am the unknown.
The soft lamp light on closed eyelids,
Shining through just enough
To cast confusing images on the eye inside
I am the unknown, the forgotten.
A diary hidden in a deep drawer,
Memories buried in their dusty tomb
Buried alive, and screaming for release.
I am the thinker of the night
Haunted by images and scenarios
Eyes squeezed shut with no hope of sleep
What-ifs and whys.
I am the dreamer of optimism
The lover of misfortune.