She’s trapped inside,
Inside the walls,
That once was her mind,
The woman she used to be,
Has long been gone.
There are many times,
Memories amble through her mind,
But then they slowly fade,
Slowly fade, into what could have been,
Or should have been,
From her beautiful youth,
To sitting behind closed doors,
She can feel it now,
The wind in her ever so blond hair,
Who is now a gray old lady, who sits alone,
Starring at the broken door,
“Hello mom”
“Where have you been sister?
You were supposed to be home,
A long time ago.
I have been worried to death.”
Dreaming of days from long ago.
Where has the time flown??
Where has my memory gone?