Light through the Door

The gap under the door,
you can follow the light,
holding on until descends the night,
Lying down cold, alone on the floor,
Not wanting or baring to take anymore.

But once again you wake
from your desolate room,
following the light again,
brightening the doom.
Every cloud has a silver lining some say,
but this cloud is so big it won't drift away.

Then you hear the footsteps approaching,
the familiar feeling of doom pushes on,
on your heart and soul till you can bare no more,
you fall once again, down onto the floor.

This chamber you live in with no change or hope.
So surreal that only some can cope.
How funny to feel alone; it seems,
as the people keep coming, along in their reems,
But you are just one lost soul and like a noxious gas,
it compresses your feelings until you can't last,
you no longer see the light through the door,
just pain and saddness descends on you oncemore.