What be this place;
I can describe it not;
for I know not of the word,
A Silent hell;
where misery casts its spell;
yet there be no sound to be heard.
Why for it be;
this world absent of light,
Be I alone eternally wrapped
in this blanket of night.
Be this my prison;
that shall make this body my cell.
For I know in my heart that I scream
yet I not hear myself yell.
The fear, the anger;
the infinite rage,
The frivolous attempts to break
free of this cage.
Must I unwillingly accept this
for I know of naught else,
Never to be free;
but to be forever
locked inside myself.
Locked Inside Myself
I wrote this piece after being inspired by a boy who was deaf, dumb, and blind,
I found out was in hospital when I was also hospitalised due to my own illness, which paled in comparison to his plight.