Poem: A Prisoner Paranoia

A Prisoner Paranoia
By: Abbey Rutter

She buries her heart,
In the safe that she keeps
She holds it locked tight,
She muffles its beat
Like a drum in the night,
Unwelcome, foreboding,
It traps her inside,
Thus the door never opens.
She will never know love,
Never feel of its passions
Not to break in beneath it,
Or quake in its ravage.
She maintains she is safer,
But loss is her game.
For there is no victory,
With only envy to gain.