Moonlight Sonata

Bruised, red, scars,
My prize and my price
To pay.
Each day goes away

As I rot in the
Prison called hope.
What happened to
My sense?

The sweltering cold
And freezing heat,
Beat, beat, beat
Down

While my feet never
Touch the ground.
The ghosts eek through
The cracks of my

Door, while the
Moonlight
Flashes on my face.
Dark,

But for her,
The night of mother nature.
Racing heartbeats, stand
Still thoughts,

Plots
Wants, desire
Higher!
The rusted shelter in which

I once dwelled
Smothers me.
I can't get free.
Leave me to be

The lost penny in the snow.
A prisoner
I am,
Not a woman or a man

Could, would take my place,
Nor should I wish such
Terror on anyone.
To be locked away

With no key
And only your
Minds eye to blink
Mockingly in your face.