A room with a view

You are in a room with no windows
the room is small
A few paces from the wall
And to the door
Nothing more

The door is always locked
and you have never seen it open
But you try the handle everyday
anyway
Just to pass the time

There is no furniture around
So you must lie on the ground
which makes you stare up at the ceiling
And to the plaster
Which is peeling

You have no means to tell the time
It could be night
It might be day
But at what you guess is evening
You get on your knees to pray

Not for solace or for gain
But purely for surcease of pain
To end the cycle of this life
To wake and find a chink of light
Or a whisper of a breeze.

I dream of open spaces
With no horizons
As far as the eye can see is sky
Life is an addiction of the soul
It takes its toll.