You are the muddy cold carpet collecting dust as time passes,

You are the sound of an owl hooting in the sad sombre night as you wait for morning,

You are the heartbeat of a fireplace exhaustingly avoiding getting too warm,

You are the flame of a candle depressingly getting blown into nothing,

You are hope, aggressively getting pushed of a cliff as you drown into the gloomy sea water.

You are the wishes floating through the air waiting for something that’s never coming,

You are the lovely bright sunlight getting trapped and pushed away by the black darkness,

You are the white shadow staring down into the empty room through a cold blue vent,

You are alone.