A shadowed mental spot
a faded presence for companionship
a mind that's used to the rot
a view of the ships, left derelict
a curtain so the sight is blocked
a chair to sit, watch the bare brick
a door for my wraith to knock
a bulb for light to emit, soul enrich
a key for the door that's ever locked
a bed to rest and dream off script
and a mirror, to check if that lock has been picked.