She sits in her room,

Wondering what to do.

Gaining accustomed to the gloom,

Wishing she could be somewhere new.

Her mind drifts to everything.

From cats to lonely time lords,

Which is how she feels.

Like Rose left in a parallel universe.

Or how the Doctor is the last of his kind.

She hopes she never had to experience this loneliness.

But yet this is how she feel most nights.

So lonely,

Like a time lord,

In his TARDIS.

With not even a Pond in sight,

Or the Silence to fill the darkness.

Not even an angel,

To steal the blue box.

She just sits there.

Trapped in her mind,

Like a time lord.

Trapped in his lonely state.