It was all I could see.
It was all I could hear.
All I could taste.
All I could smell.
All I could touch.
How I begged to escape that prison of solitude.
To escape the hell I was in.
The darkness was all I knew.
This enemy was my home.
A thing that everyone has asked for.
Another thing to make me grow more insane in this blank room.
How I longed to see the faces of the people I once knew.
To hear the voices of laughing children as they played a game of tag.
To taste something sweet and calming.
To smell something other than dust.
To touch the faces of my loved ones.