Locked Away

Time. Just so much time lost in the prison without Bars. The mind
 Wondering if anyone can hear me ,have I been left behind
I reach out for an ear to listen , a heart that can still feel ,
Feel like I will never heal sometimes I'm alone. Like I'm in outer space
 looking down on an earth I  just can't face
So much hate and distrust running wild. Does anyone care any more
Has everyone closed and locked that door
Does any one else feel the empty of what life has shown
Why am I alone?              Just  looking out the window at the moon so bright
Looks as lonely as I feel tonight  
 Life passes. Then your alone and old. 
Nothing but the memories  your lives story being told
They make for a bad show. 
Watching the sadness grow
Life stories. Replayed in the mind
The hero doesn't win the love and leave the pain behind
 and ride off into the sunset
That is a chance he won't get
Cause He is too broken to get back on the horse to ride .
From life he starts to hide
No hero. No life. Nobody around
The heart breaks, without a sound
All the love one can feel
A heart wishes to heal
 No one to share that with. The passion never dies. 
As time flies
Just stays locked inside
No ear to confide
Cause of being denied. 
Words are empty when there is no one there to care, no one in which to share
Life passes by
How time seems to fly
Looking back there was words left unsaid 
The love was not fed
Time passes leaving me behind
Lost in the prison within my mind
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Kaufman Avatar
March 26, 2023 at 11:50 AM
Hey William, I think there's way more others out there on the spectrum of autism. You are definitely not alone in this. I do really enjoy your poems. Please do keep on writing.
Kaufman Avatar
March 25, 2023 at 6:25 PM
Dear William, Most of us experience some horrific things in our lives. The best advise I was ever given was, "are you going to let this experience define who you are or are you going to move on with your life". I chose to move on and I pray you will too. The present is all that is certain. God Bless
Harris Sr. Avatar
March 25, 2023 at 8:31 PM
Autistic mind Trying to make sense of a world I'm not really a part of. Thanks for your kind words
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace