Calling Out To The Shadows

Sometime I feel so lonely touching on to despair calling out to the shadows in hope there is someone there. No voices reply to me only the silence of loneliness that oozes through the corridors I walk along each night. No flicker from candlelight to throw shadows on the wall only a long silence with never an end in sight. I can see the shafts of moonlight through windows no longer there, the stars through the holes where there was a roof as the world revolves around me a ghost from the past. 24 October 2013