Prisoner To My Own

I lie in stillness, trapped and tight,
No air to breathe, no sense of light.
The walls around me press and close,
A coffin’s grip, a bitter prose.

I shift and turn, but cannot move,
A prisoner, yet no crime to prove.
My heart beats fast, my breath is thin,
But all is silent, locked within.

I scream, though no one hears my cry,
A whisper lost beneath the sky.
The earth above, so far away,
While I remain, too still to sway.

I feel the weight, the heaviness,
A world of dark, a cold caress.
My limbs are stiff, my thoughts collide,
But still I’m here, with none beside.

The time drags on, a hollow ache,
As every thought begins to break.
I wonder if I’ll ever see
The world above, or ever be free.

But here I am, alone, I stay,
A prisoner, in my own decay.    

By Aditri Paul

Aditri Paul, a 10th-grade student at Delhi Public School, is an avid reader with a passion for crafting thrilling stories. She can be reached at aditripaul60@gmail.com.