Imprisonment Poem by Wasan H Ibrahim

She has been imprisoned…
So long ago,
Hoping to unlock the door…
That detains her soul;
Praying may someone hear her call.
Faintly, the door is open…
By a shadow; not short, not tall;
And a hazy light illuminates her locks,
For a while; she feels glad,
Her toes dance over the aging clocks,
Sweeping the years of sand…
And crowns him the one and all.
But, to her disappointment;
The same hand that saves her,
Betrays her dreams…
Grasses on them all…
And night swoops over lost beams;
Leading her to another locked doom,
In a fortified desolate floor,
No one hears the crashing fall.
Finding the door nowhere,
She is imprisoned ever more.