Locked Away

The time passed.

This is real life.

Vaguely remembering what you did

You feel shame and Overwhelming regret.

Why.

The white wall stares at you.

The dust in the air grabs your attention.

You know you will be in this Narrow and shameful

Dark room for the rest of your time here on earth.

The foul odors of your unfriendly neighbors

Are making you nauseous.

The dark windowless room is unkind

And hateful.

Ice cold.

You are needing an escape from

The carnivorous environment

Of your overly secure domain.

The only thing that is holding you back

From the things that you most desire

Is the unbreakable bars.

You feel the rough metal rods.

The cold texture shocks your unclean fingers.

Then you squeeze them so hard

That your knuckles are turning white

Like the walls.

You listen as your neighbor shuffles his

Feet as his pacing his lonely cell.

You have lost all hope that has been with you

For days.

You sit on the crusty, brown stained floor

And cry.

It has been five long years and your

Loved ones have not visited you.

You know you let them all down

And they will not forgive you.

You hurt them.

This Cruel white-walled unforgettable like

Place Is Shapeless miniature hell.

There is no option.

There is no hope.

There is no light.

It's all over for you.