A crowded room

is such a lonely place,

wear a fragile mask

upon a weary face.

 

Everybody’s here

but there’s nobody there

and there’s nothing to do

except sit and stare.




The distant sounds

of joy and laughter

drifting like echoes

in dusty rafters.

 

As you slowly subside,

sinking way down low

and you're silently wondering

how far you can go.




Your eyelids are heavy,

they’re beginning to close

but nobody sees you

so nobody knows.

 

They’re intent on their own

monotonous ways

as they chase their tails

for oblivious days.




Darkness is waiting

to numb your pain,

wrapping you in arms,

welcome back again.

 

Engulfing and total,

a cushion of peace

where stress and strains

just simply cease.

 

Hello my dark friend,

I ask you once more

to come fill my soul,

my mind and my core.




Let nothing but the peace

of Panacea slip past,

hold me until time

takes the pieces at last.







Written by Darren Scanlon, 19th April 2014.

Revised 18th May 2015.

©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.