Far from lights is a world,
That waits for me to show up every day;
Secretly I fill my heart with whatever is there,
Its corners are now dark anyway.
Open are my eyes
But are blind to your world;
Every breath here weighs me down,
Every thought in this air whirls.
It seems I’m clutched here
And with every move I bleed;
So I secretly go to that faraway place,
Where my silence is written for me to read.
It feels like cheating at times,
To even mention this place;
But when I feel suffocatingly clutched here,
That’s how I go back to my secret space.