Locked In An Incognito [poetry]

Deserted Freedom

Entry for the 'September is bustling' poetry competition

It was dark inside
An enclosed space
I could never come out
Locked inside this maze

I closed my eyes sometimes
Hoping to find colour
A blank canvas
Or a colourful hope

But all I could see
Were florid settings
So far from my reach
Gold embedded in wood

I had found this window
After years of search
So far in a corner
So little a space

I looked through it
The shining glass mocking me
The bright light , a sharp pain
In my dead eyes

I gazed upon the colourful shirts
The blithe smiles
The bustling streets

They were the epitome of life
Of cheerfulness
The smiles
So full

After all , sadness like mine
Was obsolete In this world
I was an expired being
A tattered soul

A child stopped
In front of me
Gazing ahead
So careless and free

the coruscating water
Of a sea far away
Gilttered and glimmered
Blinking my existence away

I had held my hand out
Hoping to reach the world
Forgetting the glass between
The loved and the foul

I let out a breath
So maladorous and old
That was what I deserved
That was what I was told

I was locked in this cell
Till I grew old
Rotting away
My sinful soul

There was nothing inside
Nothing ever
That could rescue me
From what I was
heartless and cold

It is what it is

Till next time,may your prison be comfortable
Martian. X