My World* is darkness
      My World is hollow
My World is strained
      My World is cold

My World Lingers.
       Lingers before me,
Reminding me of who I really am.


My World Dances.
        Dances through time.
Not knowing when to let the music stop,
Not wanting reality to wander any closer.


My World is empty.
        Empty of reason.
Empty of any feeling but doubt.


My World is small.
        So small it turns inside itself,
Not wanting anything to escape.


My World is trapped.
        Trapped in space.
Away from everything but what I try to believe.


My World sleeps.
        Many hours, and Many days.
Not giving any clues on when it wishes to awaken.


Kept warm by a small blanket

                    That covers all its fears.