The Cell

Posted on May 20, 2012

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Alone she sits looking out
From her cell way up high
Hearing gulls screeching sounds
They echo her inward cry

Flying in circles they seem lost
Their cries give the impression of the sea
These gulls mirror feelings innermost
Trapped and trying to break free

Then she looks out at the scene
Grey and rundown buildings greet her eye
Oh for what could’ve been
If only she had tried

But in her cell she does stay
a prisoner of her own making
Maybe she’ll be free someday
For now her heart is breaking

Posted in: Poetry