I have sat in the dark so long, my eyes forgot what it was like to see strong, What shapes look like and color could be. Impossible to look for while my life atrophied.
The air heavy and thick, Weighed down by the impossibility of life, keeping me sick. My hands tired of strained reaching, My ears, overwhelmed by the full-time preaching.
Some days, all I can imagine is the dark enveloping me, Taking over my body as I try to find the key. The key that might get me out, One I don't believe in, thanks to my own decree.
Feeling only my own touch as I shiver alone. Wishing someone would see me, call me their own. The warmth in the room comes only from me, I live within the darkness, a place most never see.
Sana bhatnagar 
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