Prison

 

The light of the screen

falling on me,

burning my skin.

 

No space for real light.

The walls are getting closer,

the room is getting tight.

 

Locked in a concrete prison,

lost and not found,

the soul is looking for a reason.

 

The strangling power of humility

carries me with the flow,

drowned in anonymity.

 

It needs silence, melody, air and space.

The soul.

It needs its real instincts to embrace.