Sunday, February 5, 2012
Poetry Corner ~ Calling all Poets!
She is a prisoner so alone in her cell, trapped there, the key nowhere to be found.
A ray of light filters in. Is that a ray of hope?
No…it’s just a crack in her mind.
The dampness here is never ending and the sell of mold attacks her senses.
In the darkness she claws at her cell until her fingers bleed from desperation and decides to quit.
She huddles in a corner as the tears fall in silence.
Truly painful in their wake...
How long will these walls hold her captive?
When will she be paroled for all her good deeds?
Nobody has any idea because they are no aware,
That she is trapped here and screaming for rescue.
So they all go about their lives and leave her there to rot.
Written by Becky Illson-Skinner
September 21, 1996