Always seeing, vision tainted in scarlet, And a mind painted pearl, To a soul, Faded not painted, Not tinted but cold. Bars of your cell not metal but persons, Judgmental and raving,
A rockslide to the spine, A tingle then its numb, A persona once was mine, Now lying deaf and dumb. A hand stretched out, To help, it cries, Into silence fades from doubt. Hopeful illusion,