I sit and write in a lonely room , thoughts spilling on to the once stark white page .
Hear me , though the words are redundant swallowed by the silence of my solitude.
Desperately wanting the company of another soul to explore the whys and wherefore’s of this human condition.
Terrified of the effort of communication after so long alone .
I reside myself to the deafening scratching of my pen nib scrawling across the paper .
HEAR ME .