Bud of Pain

An old poem.

Shut the door, shut the door.
Shut out the burning light.
Lock me in, lock me away,
away from eyes and sight.

Turn the world away.
Leave them at the door.
Creep into a cosy corner.
Bother me no more.

Alone, I want to be alone.
Alone, I need no one.
Alone inside my private mask.
Alone, alone, alone.

Turn me off, turn me off.
Switch off the flickering light.
Leave me be, leave me be.
I have no strength to fight.

 

© Morney Wilson