To the Ones Who Truly See

Written by: Brittany Gentry

A prisoners cell
Nothing to keep
My mind occupied

My breath gets caught in my throat
My eyes glazed
Seeing false images, hallucination

Death
That's all i see
It's cold fingers
Dragging long, sharp claws
Down my back
Paralyzing me

A web is strewn before me
Morning dew caught in
Droplets on the fine silk
Sparkling in silver moonlight
A natural spotlight
From which i stand

Within darkness
Within light
But fitting no where perfectly
Belonging to no set puzzle