By Arhaan Prakash
I sit alone with no one near,
The silent shadows bring me fear.
With no connection to the world outside,
I begin to sway and glide.
The darkness slowly wraps my mind.
A void where I cannot find,
A way to speak, to be alive.
In thin air I survive.
Even though I breathe it’s hard to feel,
Like time has stopped and I cannot heal.
I long for light but all is still,
In this cold world against my will.