Dark Room

My sight plunged through the darkness,

In angst of my worst dream,

A free soul of foliage, stranded in the incessant dark,

My freedom; held hostage in dreadful solitude.

As my unresolved mind wanders in terror,

My wings are shattered amid a dim light,

Slowly fading into the darkness,

Gleaming the last spark in a breathless sound.

I feel the nastiest trepidation breathing down my neck,

Gagging even the most unheard-of my thoughts,

Not even a howl of seclusion echoes through the monotone,

As I wallop in protest; the doorless walls.

As the chains that tie me let loose through time,

But the key to the lock is buried far along,

My hope remains like a dimming smile,

My emancipation persists in only the horror of isolation.