Undeserved Solitude

In that lonely room on the third floor overlooking the town of Everett, a town on the outskirts of Boston, I fell asleep while murmuring a prayer dreaming of mom through many a night; in those dreams distance became an absence, a devoted brother and son longing for mother and sisters... cried remembering their sweetness! In that lonely room on the third floor, I wrote long letters with emotional words... telling mom I wanted to desperately come home; and that room was a prison filled with horror and not getting enough rest, I hid under the linen sheets fearing ghosts and listening to their horrendous sounds: what I left was the ideal home, where I could feel motherly love! In that lonely room shut to smoggy air that clogged my lungs, nights had no glittering stars, only cloudy and bleak skies... sulkier than absurd thoughts crossing a youngster's mind; did I deserve solitude, loneliness and gloom? What was the purpose to seclude myself and miss someone's human touch? All those years were extremely tough without a comforting hand touching mine and assuring me I was loved!