I used to keep my dreams in a secret drawer
I would never dare admit, I wanted more
lived my life as if under house arrest
Shaved my edges off
until there was nothing left
Dreaming in the darkness
sighing ‘I don’t want this’
I used to think what use are other people
There is nothing that I can give or take from them
And what is ‘fun’ again, I don’t recall
Life will have to wait
a while more
Dreaming in the darkness
whispering ‘I simply cannot bare this’
The antiquated machinery of my sociability
sat stationary so long
it became rusted
All that solitude bred nothing
but fierce contempt
for the hectic company of anybody else
Dreaming in the darkness
screaming ‘I can’t go on like this’
When I’d served my time
and house arrest was over
community service I took to with such pleasure
such a wealthy world
expanded all about me
So many places, so many faces all friendly
Now, I walk in the sun
rife with life and light
singing ‘everything is right
everything feels right’…
[2009]
Thanks for reading this old poem.
The Lighthouse 