Your Reflection

Sometimes

I find myself

Sitting at the bottom

In that dark corner

In my Mind

Its cold

The floor is hard

Space is tight

Walls are old

Paint chipping off

Someone has scribbled underneath

But I can’t read what

I am trying

To get up

I want some light

Fresh air

A hand to hold on to

But I can’t move

Because I have no energy, no will

May be

I don’t care any more

[ AK ]