I remain here

I remain here


I gaze through the window,
an opening to the world.
I sing at the shadows,
hoping someone, someone
will hear.

Tomorow comes too slow,
the minute hand,
paralysed with fear.
The last trains left,
yet I remain here.

Locked up, locked,
the silence at the door.
The whispers behind,
and shouts beyond,
I wonder what it's for.

No sleep,
left eye held open with a matchstick.
I sit in the corner, rock
and the past I unpick.