Long at night he waits.           Eyes wide open, in pain.                       Lingering in thoughts what tomorrow wil bring.                 With the irritation of what he ate.                                 Coackroaches and spiders larking.                   Inside he was drowning.                                   Footprints evrywhere marking.                   While he was moaning.                                                                                                                                It is hard to shout.              Mostly if far from mount.                         He just never loved them posters.  Instead he became friends with them monsters.            Nobody on his side.                      His arms never wide.                                                His nearest and dearest.             God he never rest.                     Alone he was lonely.                        Always needed a hug.                       Maybe a plate or a mug.                              Searching for that silver lining.                      Damn it is so tiring.                             Where are they?                         His nearest and dearest.