Freedom Door

Withering away in this prison.

Alone,

isolated,

stuck in a black cell, few feet away from the freedom door.

Black walls,

black beds,

black bars on the window,

in a black cell, few feet away from the freedom door.

Innocent,

screaming, yelling, and crying,

but no one listens to the girl trapped

in the black cell, few feet away from the freedom door.

Her mind is slowly losing it,

accused of a crime she didn't commit.

In the wrong place, at the wrong time,

and now in a black cell, few feet away from the freedom door.

Decaying and dying.

Her life turns in to the colors of a spring storm,

different from the lively sky that can be seen from

the black cell, few feet away from the freedom door.

Author's Note

Prompt taken from http://visualprompts.weebly.com/high-school.html

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

It sounds like someone is trapped in sadness and misery. Freedom is the right for all to gain and enjoy. Thank you for sharing.

[Bhumika Devkota]

Thank you for reading it!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.