I woke up in an eerie place completely consumed with darkness.
Rubbing my eyes with my fingers to see if something was wrong with my vision.
I tried to be very quiet and listen
to see if I could hear anything, but in all my desperation
to find answers there was only silence.
I felt so alone.
"How long had I been here?" I thought to myself.
The voices in my head almost audible
compared to the stark silence that encompassed the room.
waving my hands in front of me
my hand hit some kind of metal structure.
closer to feel it and use my hands to memorize its shape
Ice cold metal cylinders
that hold prisoners in
serving a life-sentence
Why was I behind these cold metal bars?
Breaking the silence I yell
Is there anyone here?
My voice echoes
I was alone in
I try to think if I had any deep secrets hidden within
that would cause such an action as
to keep me in silence.
Im not dangerous.
Why am I alone?
What story could I tell that someone would go to all this trouble to keep me from telling it?
Sooner than I can finish that thought
the bars move in closer.
I try to explain it in my mind,
but soon I realize that this prison that is surrounding me
Its in my mind.
Its the place Ive always kept the real me.
so the world can never know who I really am.
A mental breakdown blurred in chaos and confusion.
Its my own story I can never tell. Its my own secrets
that can never be known.
I now look at my dark silent prison
as a place where I am safe.
It is my sanctuary of peace and solace.
My eyes fixed on the darkness
I now realize the bars arent keeping me in,
they are keeping everyone else out.