Short poem sure it's a draft

Opposite me, an empty chair
Sitting is a breath of fresh air

This dark room helps me dream
Things that i have once seen

Loud ticking of the clock it reminds me
Of times when smiles were given easily

Dreams i can still recall vividly
I reckon none of them includes me

I do honestly wish to find my true peace
Not silence slowly killing me in my sleep

With a deep heavy sigh i let loose
Tie me your thoughts and hang mine too