The empty chair

living in fears thinking

the dark have something

cold air and dim light

maybe there's someone standing

me with my 26 of supportive years

sleeping in one room

i hear noises and whispering

of someone who i knew

the empty chair

seems to be different

i guess a ghost sit on it

to see me awake in the night

while i cry think to die

all the time i ever needed

i see shadows of people

but people were there ?

was it my thinking or

was it reality?

the noises making me nervous

with a broken heart

i guess they're telling me something

to not fall apart

the empty chair

seems to be different

i guess my demons sit on it

or my broken hopes

for America