No escaping this

Imagine a place where
once you feared to tread
There you’re alone thoughts
run through your head

Imagine how you came
to be so still,
Ionised by fear
you alone are here

There, the door between
you and the world
You thought you could ignore

Imagine what words you could have said
to those who passed by your way

The door unlocked the windows wide
Wide smile upon your face
Imagine for a while this smile
was placed there for all to see

But this is how you would like it to be
Not what is now your grim reality

The time to share feels past and spent
More time to reflect on present tense
The time to embrace is a whispering sound
The time to laugh clutches your throat

The past has shaped you like your clothes
The future has slipped beneath your view
Now far from sure you stutter and splut
Now far from friends who once you adored

Now all you have is your sad song
And for this missery to end you long

Sean Benjamin 2007