The Darkness In Her Dungeon

Darkness in Her Dungeon           No morning no bright sun   Just nuns all around   To recite bright light   For my freedom from   Fear and feeling off         But I would despise   In the outside those eyes   A black bundle in swirl   A hostile world looming   All conspiring to harm     I was hospitalized   Vacuum was deeper   Medicines and sessions   Friendly talk therapy   Seemed machinations     Always a captive in self -cell   Morose mind in the tea cup   Go back go back to bed   The world is your enemy   Shouts someone from inside     Mind always sees gray only   Thoughts say nurture them   Worms in the pomegranate   Flaws in the close friends   The bird calling is an ill omen     Under the skin of things   Runs hopelessness   Even amidst a crowd of people   A haunting helplessness   All the leaves shudder       The tree is so alone and hollow   It doesn’t provide shadow   It avoids sunlight and wind   No whisper no rustling   Moon is devoid of light       The sadness feeling trickles   As days pass it is hemorrhage   Stains and pains in tissues   I am just worthless to all   No point in looking for tomorrow     None to discuss with and share   Whether at home or outside   None would like to listen   Boredom and despondency   Gray after gray after gray     So even if you think a way out   It doesn't work, it's my destiny   To disappear into my psycho cell   Walls coming closer to me   Painful paucity of light making sick       Shadows of nightfall more sombre   In the morning as I go out   Panic and anxiety send me back   To my bed where there is no bed   Had there been I would have enjoyed rest     Nothing brings happiness   Crying a lot for what I don’t know   Cannot make simple decisions   I seek light though   None to light a candle I know       Ice in the smiling muscles   Nice he is but I am not sure if I love him   No advice I like from him   My husband, he is at a loss   Can anyone shed some light       No I’ll never go out   Everybody would point at me   The cheat the liar the idiot   Unbelievable astonishing   This dungeon is very safe     The other day a doctor   Came with a torch   He prescribed antidepressants   I have been taking   I know these are poison     But I have started brushing my teeth   Do have time for a shower   Fried potato tasted good last night   Still the dungeon calls   Will the doctor come again with the torch     He has asked me to prune   The lemon trees in the garden   Read the first page of newspaper   Write in four lines how I feel   He will again direct the torch inside me     But what for I don’t know   Has he found something deep down the throat   Will the morning be buoyant tomorrow   The doctor says so   Do you know     __________________________________________________     Written on 14/09/2017 For the Contest: In The Dark Hosted by : Russell Sivey