All alone I sit in the dark
Tangled thoughts invade my head.
Tears roll silently down my face.
Panic, fear, love, hate, dread......
A prisoner in my own home,
Frightened of my high position.
Two tiny lives are mine to shape.
A lone soldier on a dangerous mission.
jealous of my little wards,
I try to be gentle, loving, and kind,
But, who then, shall look after me?
The words "self pity" come to mind.
Impatiently I wait for sleep to come.
A lonely silence fills the air.
Reaching out I feel.....nothing
And I desperately wish there were someone to share.
