The Black Room

There is only silence in the black room,
where once I heard the skies,
and everything beneath them
crawls away from my emptying eyes.

There is only silence in my safe place,
the shell I made for me.
No more people calling out of sight,
no more friendly harmony.

I left one humid August day
for something fresh and free and new,
but I only found my black room
and there was nothing I could do

when the voices left me all alone,
and the faces disappeared.
I'd thought that I was safe and sound
but there was everything I feared.

My lonely little black room
where this numbing soul has fled
is the only place I'm living
and it's only in my head.
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Another old poem, this one's probably two years old?