Always lost, and all alone,
in a shadow world, of your own:
Demons douse you with despair,
make you manic, lose all care.
Tortured, tied, in a twilight zone,
no Samaritans, for you to phone.
Hateful Havoc, heinous Hell,
your soul sedated, no soul to sell.
Sadness, sorrow, unsafe solitude,
self-starvation, no thought of food.
Waging war within those walls,
caged canary, in miners halls.
Dreams desert you, nightmares reign,
once, where trust lay, now is feign.
The tower’s fallen, a hermit state;
why this path? Why this fate?
© Liola Lee 2007
This was written when someone close to me was going through dark times, though it could apply to anyone at such times. I am pleased to say though, that he found his way and turned his life around, and all is well…