I am all alone

I could only talk to the walls

Everything is unknown

There is a little light where my shadow falls

I tried talking to my own shadow

“When will all this end?”

He didn’t seem to know

My scared little pretend friend 

It’s been a very long time

Since I saw the sun shine

Or hear the church bells chime

Dreams and reality intertwine

I no longer know where, when or why?

Somehow I’d forgotten all about life

Perhaps this is how I will die

Not the farmer’s wife and her carving knife!

-Margaux-