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Sunlight stains the window
I pour myself some tea
Tears flow from my swollen eyes
What has become of me?

I find myself inside this place
No reason to go outside
Afraid someone will see my pain
And I’ll have to run and hide

Away from the morning monsters
And the afternoon creatures I fear
Nighttime comes calling too quickly
And I find myself rather drear

Behind the glass panes, I surrender
To the despair I keep hidden so well
Although I have tried to escape me
I’m still locked in this living hell


Writing Prompt – Teardrops and teacups – Day 19/30

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