Walking in where everything is black,
you see contours together,
close and far away.
But none is close to you.

Flashlight from your hand walks about,
shining on contours,
just to see them disappear.
You stand all alone.

wrapped up in the battle inside yourself,
fighting for friends,
fighting for the contours.
But they don't want you.

Guilty and defeated,
Fighting to stay,
keeps getting pushed away.
Realisation hits.