Pursuit

I shut myself.
The least I can help
My poor little mind.
Solace, it finds, confined.

I lock the door,
With locks five or four.
I leave a window ajar,
To world, outside yet far.

I peep outside,
Past late at night
And attempt to interact
With silence in fact.

And then I smile,
With world reconcile.
There's a glowing light
Far, yet in sight.

I'm not alone
To darkness prone.
There are others too
In dark, who, light pursue.