Prison

Concrete meets my fingers as I push and probe my prison walls
My voice grows thin & hoarse but no one hears my calls

I turn to the left and I turn to the right
Bleakness, hopelessness and despair are all within sight

The darkness is closing in, pressing in on all sides
I am drifting away, sinking into the lunar tides

What is this darkness, this prison I speak of?
It is me, in the total absence of love