The room looks scary!
I am sitting in eerie silence
Inside all alone,
Looking through the window
For something
That I cannot find here.
O, the wind of my feeling
Once all loved!
Blow the pallid lid off
From the crusty pent-up palls
Of nauseating gloom
Growing from the feeling
Of being unloved!
Let the fresh feel sweep me
Far away from the present pang!
