Found The Way | Poetry

Words Are Still Mine

I was locked in an outhouse
in the middle of nowhere
My mouth sealed.
My hands tied.
Just banging on the door to get out.
I wanted to shout, but I couldn't.
I wanted to run, but I couldn't.
And I stopped, realising the depth,
Realising the fact that it was a dream.
And that when I actually had to speak
I shutted up and now I am caught in the situation.
My eyes opened in horror,
Staring at the clock.
It was time before dawn.
That bane taught me something,
Leaving me intrigued of the message.
And I knew that I had to speak
For my words are still mine; precious,
And to be known to all.

                                                                         ~Jiya

Author's Note:
Speak up for yourself, because there is time. Also because a wise man said "Regretting is better than not trying."

Also do check out this amazing story '20 Days' by my friend blankvoicex