I sit in this room
Alone and forgotten.
Surrounded by friends,
Family and love.
Just one of the group,
Just part of the scenery
To play, jump and laugh,
But not make any noise.
The daemons of mind plague all of my nights.
The imaginative muse does dance in my head.
No place to release this cluttering madness,
For fear that the loved ones might peek in my head.
I just want to sit, quiet, in darkness.
I just want to smile, stare into the light.
A family of love, to big for it's britches.
Privacy impossible, except late at night.
Mark Jackman, 2000
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