Prison Sanctuary

I am safe,
unseen,
but can it be too much,
to me...it might.

I am in a room,
the walls,
made of glass,
able to see me,
but darkness out there...

I sit for while,
from a deep sleep,
but I feel that I should wake up from this dream,
yet, is it for the best?

I stay here,
I would be alone,
noting to keep me alive,
being here for eternity.

But if I choose to go out there,
will I be safe?

The people laugh at me,
the lifestyle is staggering,
I don’t know people,
war is here as there as violence and corruption.

What is the difference between this place and the cruel world?

It lonely...

Where has my sanity,
my feelings,
my life has gone to?

Into this glass box,
nay,
a sanctuary,
or a prison.

It is a sanctuary,
because there is no one,
no feeling,
no life in this place,
as where I am safe,
not like the world...

A prison is where they keep you,
for doing something bad,
but I haven’t done anything,
yet...I can’t free myself...

I choose to let me sleep,
and here I am,
I yearn to be out and free,
but my heart cries in mercy to stay,
in protection.

So I guess from here,
I will sleep...
and sleep...
and sleep some more,
but never waking,
or never wanting to,
I will never know...