TrappedThe beat continues:One, two, three-One, two, three-I can't stand it.Only a sliver of light beamsthrough a crack inthe stone wall.One, two, three-No one is around.Absolutely no oneto respond to my criesOne, two, three-I hear them walk past.They ignore me, which is mypunishment for being who I am.One, two, three-Cold, clammy soup,along with hard, moldy breadbarely sustains me.One, two, three-At night, a chill creepsthrough my bomes. Nota single blanket is given to me.One, two, three-I'm trapped in my ownhead. It seems that myendless scream is only imaginary.One, two, three-I long for darkn
IsolationHave I done something wrong?That is the question that keeps pestering me.Days have gone by,Not a word exchanged.Yet I find myself longFor your voice, your face, your love.The silence is spontaneous.Whether you're busy, angry, upset, or in pain,I know not.I find myself longingFor only a single word.I can't sleep at night, nor willingly eat.I force myself to concentrateOn the things I normally enjoy,And sometimes I find myself idlySitting,My mind wandering through my memoriesOf you.For a minute, I'm happy, untilI remember the strangling silence that envelopes me.Moonlight Sonata has become my theme,The