
02-15-2011, 06:30 AM
My Crystal Prison
The day begins each day
When the sun rises and lights my crystal prison
I look out upon the world
When I have opened my eyes and risen
I see people
Talking, smiling, laughing in camaraderie
I watch in melancholy
For behind the crystal walls things are different for me
I bang and yell
I try to get your attention for my own release
But the walls are too thick
They stand firm as my struggles decrease
You cannot hear me
And you cannot see this prison I am held within
You see me as an outcast
That I am secluding myself from my human kin
These walls are clear
And though they may be opaque and invisible for you
They are painfully obvious to me
Imposing, soundproof, bulletproof, impossible to break through
A slot rests at the bottom
Just large enough for communication with a note or letter
And as much as I’ve written
I still wait for someone to let me out and make it better
“HELP,” I write largely
But you all pass right by, unable to read my plea
I suppose the writing is too small
Too insignificant to grab your attention to set me free
And here I lie, still
Or else sitting against the walls of my cell
My thoughts wander
Did I design this prison, or was I born here, I cannot tell
My sanity is running thin
So I can only hope that you are different
That you shall take pause
And that from this crystal prison I shall be absent
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