Imprisonment

Never did she think that the windows would open
The world is full of people, dull and others shocking
But instead of the fantasy, reality set in
As she realized the asylum is bloodied by sin.

Sitting in the center, her mind races
flashing through her mind, thousands of faces
eyes tighten, the walls begin to speak
whispers turn to screams as the wood floor creaks
the darkness toying with her broken mind, closing in
like a holding cell, hiding questions within.

Will she ever get out of this personal Hell?
Possibly, yet time will only tell
her fate, if she will ever get over her fears
crawling back into bed, her thoughts become tears.