I lay still locked in this prison of solitude,
With ageing darkness shrouding the lights remaining.
Now my feelings are severed, I have no gratitude,
And lasting fragrance of those feelings fading.

The light finally escapes, so does my heart,
I now feel as empty as the prison I'm locked in.
Sorta like drawing a landscape without art,
The picture displayed will be one that has no meaning.
© Beautiful Mind