Walls

I wrote this poem 4 years ago and just found it again. It describes for me almost perfectly how I often feel disconnected from the world then I thought I what I was describing was depression because I had very little understanding of autism and Aspergers.

Walls are closing all around, 

They make it difficult to see, 

Sunshine does not pass them, 

Soon all there is is me. 

You pushed aside a brick, 

I began to hope for sunlight, 

Peered inside and saw me, 

But all you had was torchlight. 

Now your torch is fading, 

Our love cannot survive, 

I can never share your daylight, 

These walls are far too high. 

Walls are closing all around, 

They make me hard to see, 

Alone inside forever, 

Alone inside with me.