• This small, confined room
    Grows colder as each instant passes by:
    A memento of the years I've lost
    In fear of rejection and ridicule.

    She is not here at my side.
    Those deep, green eyes are not mine to view.
    I wish to change her life, and for her to change mine,
    But ear constricts my voice again.

    Hope struggles against doubt
    And I'm left suspended above the abyss
    Of turmoil and disdain
    For those horrible times that I can never forget.

    The years of idleness spent in the confines of this room
    Have left my bones brittle and creaky
    And turned my heart, once glowing with pride,
    To an acrid, bitter powder.