Walls of steel

Were crumbling

And light had no way out

Other than to seep

Into my utter dark tower

Of despair

Opposite of an epitome

Was my "home sweet home"

My darkness of a blanket

Pulling me under it's cold cloth

Not warming me the slightest

But giving me a place to hide

A bee wandered in

Fuzzy and filled

With curiosity

The darkness

Swallowed its

Hope

My walls rebuilt

But the bee

I do not know

Whether it is still here

As it is too dark to see

Maybe it stung me

But there would be

No way to tell

As my skin was to scarred

For me too feel pain

And if perhaps that bee

Is still here

Wandering with no sense

That it was lost

It might find comfort

As I have

In the darkness