It is my escape

My resting place

It is my prison

My glass cage

It is my corner

My part of the world

I go there

When I need to unwind

To avoid reality

Yet I hate it

It reminds me of times

Gone and passed

When I have found myself

Friendless

Yet I welcome it

It leaves me alone

To reflect

And to think

It is despairing

Full of loneliness

With memories of the past

Things I wish to forget

It is peaceful

Full of hope

With thoughts of the future

Things I wish to know

It is full of the past

The essence of the present

With the dreams of the future

Silence.