Some Random Poetry I wrote years ago...

Sitting alone in a small dark room.


I sit and I dream and I suddenly assume

this is my coffin, the place I'll rest

when I pass away and join the best.

Afraid of dying I am not

but afraid of being alone, afraid I'll rot.

Will anyone find me lost in my dream.

I've sat here forever at least it seems.

I think to myself, will it ever be the same,

Or am I in a never ending game.

One where your thoughts don't seem to end.

And where no one else is there to attend.

I sit and I stare at the flat, dark wall

and wonder if I will ever at all

get out of this room, wake up from this dream.

Or is it a dream, I suddenly scream.

I sit up in bed, I'm alive I assume.

Afraid to sleep, because my dream will resume.