Shadows of The Mind

Sitting in the corner stuck with them again, back tucked against the wall and I feel I’ll surely fall, blank stare, disassociated from it all. A little light is shining in from across the hall. Knees to chest, white knuckle grip just don’t let me slip. My mind is that of a narrow staircase.

A bottomless pit winding down and climbing them is hard enough when no one wants to help you up, the top a million stars brightly shine. Simply out of reach I shall just admire the illuminated sky I know I will never breach. Locked away tight where no one can hear the internal sighs.

You say the sun will rise to push the shadows aside, I’m still waiting for mine to be afraid of the sunlight, with my hand held high I will search for any signs of life, question is; will you be the hand that I find?