The Dark Room

Cold dark room, stills me with fear, I can't hear you but I feel you near, the silence fills me with thoughts, thoughts of a better place, as I wipe the tears from my face, the stillness consoles me, when will I be set free? Hands trembling with damp coldness, I lie down and rest, maybe this is some sort of test, is it a test of strength?, will he go to any length?, a turn of the key, a creek of the door, will I be beaten, a little more? I’m free from this hell, with this horrible damp smell, In my room I now lay, my saviour, my place, another night in there, I just couldn't face, Twenty years have gone by, and I still remember that place, but I'm happy and grateful, I'll never again have to see his face,