*This is another original piece from 2008, never published.

My soul is trapped in a dark, cold, and empty dungeon

There are no windows for the sun to shine in and light my way out.

No arms to hold and warm my icy skin.

Just empty gloom.

No one around to hear my cries.

Just empty echoes.

Reaching out in front of me and all I feel are stone walls.

Thick, cold, indestructible.

If I can’t break through them, who could?

My soul is trapped in an empty shell

Searching and reaching

Shouting and screaming

For someone

Anyone

To build a window and let the sun light my way

To break down the walls and let the warmth in

For the echoes to be filled

And for my soul to be free.