Alone in the dark, on a cold winters night
locked in a room, without any light
trembling and afraid, she remains on the floor
praying for someone, to open the door
she’s waited so long, and suffered much worse
just another victim, who fell prey to the curse
a spell in which, she is left forever damned
for reasons she can’t even, begin to understand
sleepless nights and endless days, she did spend
talking to the wall, that became her only friend
gripping her blanket, with her eyes shut tight
as the wall grew stronger, she began to sleep at night
no longer afraid, she regained her composure
all she’s seething now, is a feeling of closure
many attempted, to open the door
to expose her thoughts, and sometimes even more
we know now, she did not leave alone
she brought with her the wall, and, “my, how it has grown”
it is no longer a problem, for her emotions to hide
because there is no key, that will let you slip inside
in this world, she has one truly, trustworthy friend
it is the wall that vowed to stay with her, until the very end.