Concealed behind safe walls Enclosed in a cocoon small, I watch thru dingy windows Hidden by dusky shadows. My windows have no bars No guards encircle my yard, The doors can open anytime To flee this prison of mine. In my comfortable prison Darkest despair has risen, Holding me behind doors, Locked in seclusions core. Dreads have slowly grew Of the outside life I knew, My terror of people in kind Thrives in my fearful mind. Outdoors the world to me Is a dreadful scene to see, Filled with frightful places And twisted sneering faces. I aged through the years To have terrifying fears, I'm afraid to go outside So I shun the world and hide. I have no recall of when Fears of outside crept in, Or terror took control Of my hazy mind and soul. In my prison I'll remain Held by no lock or chain, I must heed anxieties voice, That offers no choice. ©Written By: Kenneth J. Ellison 06-17-04   Return   Poetry By Ken Guestbook   Email Ken To send this page to someone