I awoke to darkness.
Where was the morning light?
Where was the sweet sound of the songbirds?
Dark clouds had replaced the light,
wind and thunder had replaced the call of the songbirds.

I walked in silence
in the dismal gloom of this old house,
searching for solace,
someplace warm and friendly.
I had lived in these dank rooms all my life.

Nowhere in any of those rooms,
was there a quiet or secluded place,
Where I could find peace, let alone contentment,
nowhere, was there the feeling of love,
anywhere to be found.

All that was left, within, the confines of, those rooms,
were the haunting memories of my life,
thus, this was my hell,
the hell, everyone spoke of,
but no one could see.

And tragically it was mine and mine alone.