In this prison,
I sit alone in a corner,
An endless expanse of darkness ahead of me.
A sliver of light in the distance;
It seems so far away;
I reach for it,
Running and running into nothingness.
It’s fading;
I’ll never be able to catch it;
Gone,
My escape is gone.
Here I sit,
Still in this dark emptiness,
Trapped.
Forever shall I sit here and cry,
All alone in my mind.

As I’ve said many times before, I don’t think I’m a good poet, but I got such a nice review just now for my second poem, I knew I had to write another. I did a search on an inspiration board in a writing guild, and I found the perfect photo to help me. It’s posted in my profile.