By: Matthew Willarch
OwlFeed Poet

In this room I sit

In this room like a stone

In this room I sit all alone

In this room I sit without a choice

In this room I sit I heard a voice

In this room I sit beyond my barricade

In this room I sit but with this voice merry was made

In this room I sit for many hours

In this room I sit devoid of all my powers

In this room I sit it was just me

In this room I sit this voice kept me company

In this room I sit I cannot believe what I was gifted to know

In this room I sit they are letting us go

In this room I sit the door finally opens

In this room I sit with this voice, joy we followed in

From this room I fled but where were the others in my stead

From this room I fled but did not know to see

From this room I fled but the voice I spoke to was me