My Personal Prison

The windows are barred.

The door is locked.

The walls are brick.

There is no escape.

The lights are off.

The room is quiet.

The silence is sickening.

There is no one left.

The door in is gone.

The people are leaving.

The sun is set.

There is no hope of going back.

I am alone.

In my room.

No one waits.