My Cell
By ally •
Crimson tapestries lined the walls
of the cell that I call home.
In a space so small that a
mouse could never roam.
The moon shines in,
briefly for some light.
Just to discover a longing
that can't ever be right.
The bars are cold and strong
and galvenized by fear.
Wanting companionship,
but no one even draws near.
The stones that create the floor
are laced with regret.
Memories of my failures
and expections never met.
My bed that I so perfectly made,
is cold and lonely for the first time.
Crying out for affection that
will truly never be mine.
A punishment that I can't even
comprehend has brought me here.
I just want him out of my life,
no wait, that really wasn't sincere.
I'm stuck in this hell hole,
honestly a fate worse than if were to die.
I love him no longer,
and again, I can't help but lie.
My heart is now my cell
that I can't seem to break out of.
Forwarning this sentence is too harsh
for just falling in love.