Trapped Spirit

Storming in its prison

Its skin a fiery red

Pulling out its hair

A raging blizzard in its head

Its eyes are filled with longing

Of sunsets, stars, and trees

Of friends and companions

And the person it will never be.

There are tears of desperation

On its grimy lashes

As its dreams are devoured by frustration

And slowly burned to ashes.

There are questions in its head

That never will be answered

There is a madness in its eyes

From its soul, dark and battered.

Don’t make faces, free ones

For this is what befalls

A spirit who once who had everything

To depressing prison walls.