Draped In My Black Cloak Again

You wonder why
I can't hear your voice
when you call
me

you can't see
I am so small
hooded
draped in my black cloak again

with the walls and the ceiling
closing in on me
it gets so dark and frightening
here in my mind

but you want me all singing and dancing

strange -
I can be right on the edge
ready to fall off the ledge
at any moment

and you don't even know.

(c) JH