Confined into an imagined space,
no doorway to pass through.
Each corner sealed keeps me in,
a non-extended view.
Once, sunlight touched on every side,
to warm my ashen face.
Is there not a kindly soul,
to free me from this place?
With covered hands I know these walls,
I've traced them up and down.
There has to be someone out there,
I hear so many sounds.
Perhaps the air from which I breathe
is much different than outside.
Will none of you who look through me,
see that I'm trapped inside?
I plead within this lonely cell,
please try to read my mind.
Never look pass anyone,
believe this pantomime.
