Trapped

Four white walls conceal me

the door is always locked

I have no way out of here

I am alone in this room

I lay on the floor and imagine

the stars above me, the grass below

the smell of summer filling the air

it's all gone now

those days were before

the days of freedom

now I can only imagine the past

where people were near by

instead of this room

slowly going out of my mind

I wish I could go back

but now it's all gone and in the past

About the poem: I wrote this as someone stuck inside a prison or some sort of place they won't get out of anytime soon. I decided to write about how much this person misses the outside world and how they regret what happened. The rest is up to the reader.