Within this pearl-white room I sit,
Confined by walls of *******.
Through the white noise of this nightmare,
No one can hear my silent screams.
On the ground lay a small blade,
I pick it up, gander at it in its splendor
And shimmering steel.
Out of desperation,
I scratch jagged letters into my skin.
Words that signify my desolation:
H E L P M E
Tucked away, separated from
The Architect of Light,
I now **** from the breast of Darkness.
In my quietest moments I wonder,
Where is the Sun?
Where is the Light?
Have they left me too?
Pointing I say, “Over there! My reflection
Meditating on the opposite wall.”
Walking to it, the silver glass begins to laugh
As it collects my thoughts
Knowing my cry of wants.
Now in a world of wells that
I cannot escape,
I scratch and pound at the door
To make a sound.
My final embrace,
Are my silent screams that demand a response.
