Into a dark room,
Sat a man in the corner.
He had his arms crossed over his heart
His hands made into fists.
Sad man,
Alone in the dark.
Stricken with grief.
He mourned, lonely.
No one to call to.
This man,
This lonely man,
Had not a soul.
For comfort.
Suffering man,
Given nothing,
But his edge,
Of prison.
No one,
To join him.
No one to,
Call out to him.
Silently weeping,
Knowing no friends.
He kept his heart,
Until someone could,
Join theirs with his.