John Westlake - 022. Some Time Alone

I sit on a cold hard bed
staring at nothing
the room’s four walls
seem like a prison

The cold damp walls
send shivers down my back
my mind is stripped
leaving my bare thoughts

Oh to be free of this
to run away from fear
losing all my worries
like a shower of rain

I get up from the bed
my mind is clear again
sunk by all my worries
like a sunken ship

John Westlake

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/022-some-time-alone/