I live in a house with no windows To look out, it will not be The world so big, so mysterious, I cannot see Voices I hear whispering Telling of things to come Reminding me daily of where I'm from Tomorrow, just as today Comes without me seeing the light As I only leave my prison In the dead of night Through dreams and fantasies of flight Restraints in this world are not the physical you see But the mental, the spiritual, locked inside of me To escape, the is no reason to think That freedom from this prison would release me from the brink Of insanityBirth sign: Not entered
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