Questions

What does it mean to be alone,
What does it feel like to be afraid.
What is it like being all by yourself,
What is it like during the longest of nights.

When did this all start,
When did this specter appear.
When was I taken away,
When was I shown my cell.

Where am I going now,
Where am I allowed to rest.
Where is this dark corridor I walk,
Where is the light and the switch.

Who was it that brought me here,
Who was it that took me so low.
Who am I to ask,
Who am I is the question I seek.

Why is the question I dare not ask,
Why is the one hidden of them all.
Why am I in solitary,
Why am I in this hole.

How I got here I will not hear,
How I got here is of no matter to me.
How I will get out is in my thoughts,
How I will get out is my goal.

There are so many questions,
And answers running thin.
So many questions,
If only I could just begin.