I sit alone
in my blue room
Waiting for the loneliness
I know will come soon.

I do not mind .. because I know
the loneliness will let me go
It will take my mind to a familiar place
where life is more than this human race..

Where children laugh
Where it seldom rains
Where I am safe
from life's inflicting pain.

Then I awake I feel the gloom
I know I am back in my blue room
A quick escape I try to find
but I know it is only in my mind.

Erica Ivory

Written as a child when I was confined to my room for an unusually long while... This poem was one of my very first ones as a child.. Time in my "real" blue room was the beginning of a lifelong love with writing. A lifeong affair with dreams and fantasy.