Stuck inside a room deep inside myself,

Locked away so no one ever knows me,

Constantly calling, screaming “someone help”,

Yet no one has even begun to see,

I am here, all alone amidst the thoughts.

They float around me in a vast black field,

And I grab at them until one I have caught,

And then with my pen I began to yield

To something attacking from deep within.

It is then I grasp a single word in my hand,

A single thought of goodness or of sin.

I write truth with a finger in the sand

As I sit amongst the darkness of self,

Placing fireflies high upon the shelf.