Darkroom

I search for light amidst the darkness feeling my way aimlessly along as I call out my pleas echoing off the walls going unanswered Stumbling bumbling blindly into cobwebbed corners choking on the dust from the corpses of dead dreams Desperate to discern a mere flicker a flash a friendly voice the grip of a guiding hand in this empty cold and clammy room devoid of windows or doors where I wither away My prison My tomb