I walk through the crowded halls,
The sound of laughter all around me,
The lights reflecting off the walls,
Show the truth of all reality,
The doors open slowly,
A figure walks in,
But for what gain? I remain lonely,
A shadow with no soul within,
I reach the street,
My footsteps echo through my head,
I look down at my feet,
And wonder where I\'ve been led,
A door,
Sitting ajar,
A dazzling polished floor,
A trim looking far above par,
I see the silence,
I hear the expanse of solitude,
A rhythm of sense,
Not far from a feeling of fortitude,
The stairs creak,
I remain insecure,
A streak,
A disease without cure,
The darkness surrounds,
I see a glow,
Yet the loneliness abounds,
Approach it slow,
Squinting I can see,
Something familiar, comfortable,
A completely new reality,
And yet I long for the improbable,
The screen turns off,
I turn but can\'t see,
I stifle a cough,
As shouts echo above me,
Fear envelops me,
I retreat to the concrete floor,
A figure approaches smoothly,
No hurt, no pain, no more,
Then, as the mist,
It lifted as it was brought,
The live I\'ve missed,
The one I\'ve sought,
I sit, a lonely shadow,
The emptiness opens wide,
A broken, forgotten meadow,
Destroyed by the unforgiving side,
Forgotten by the ones I love,
And left behind,
Abandoned by those above,
A paper left unsigned,
I am beyond redemption,
A husk, a memory,
A last recollection,
Of the lonely apothecary.