I sit on a cold hard bed
staring at nothing
the room’s four walls
seem like a prison
The cold damp walls
send shivers down my back
my mind is stripped
leaving my bare thoughts
Oh to be free of this
to run away from fear
losing all my worries
like a shower of rain
I get up from the bed
my mind is clear again
sunk by all my worries
like a sunken ship
John Westlake
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/022-some-time-alone/
