“Confined”

In a world,
Full of myths
Lived a soul,
That was surrounded by filth.

The soul,
With its own fantasy
Wanted to relish
Its own world of reverie.

Restricted by the walls,
With the windows closed
Living with a desire,
To feel the rain, the pours.

The lively eyes,
Once filled with light
Now erupts tears,
In the darkest of nights.

The beauty within,
Has started to fade.
Terrified of the thought,
When the face would get pale.

The voices no longer reach
The depths of the ocean.
Where once, the soul,
Felt the reflections of the sun.

The soul strives for joy
But all it gets is pity.
As it is confined,
For another eternity.