This time,
A dark time,
A vast dark place,
The isolation of loneliness.

Once I've walked,
Walked through,
Through this dank cave,
This cave of Solitude.

I have,
Have the urge,
Urge to return,
To this dark place of hunger.

Hunger for you,
Hunger for anyone,
Hunger for notice,
Hunger for help,
Hunger for kinship.

This place looks,
Looks like something of old,
Old but yet new,
New to theese feelings.

I am here,
Back in this dank,
Back in this dark,
Back in this cave of solitude,
Yet I feel relieved.

©Rasmus Lönfeldt