black days

    
there is no sense of light or of life in this home
with my body so damned to the dark
i am dead to the day and its people there
not one breath but my own do i mark

i am roaming the halls once the lights have been dimmed
and struck dumb by the flickering screen
and i check all the windows and doors for a ghost
frightened sleepless that one might come in

when i finally rest, i feel freedom is lost
i seem more like a shade than a man
almost, had i no one to answer to
but if someone can trap me, time can.