A captured soul

There is know prison that I could ever know
like the one of a captured soul
who has been forever caught in the wrong place wrong time
and the only peace they can find in in there own mind.

A mind full of questions and a heart full of doubts
screaming from within Please let me out.
but alast the cries fall on empty ears
until the pain and  desire queitly disapear

Though I stand before a fork in the road and try to deciede
to the left on to the unknown path or to the right
where I must hide? A mind constantly searching for the meaning
of truth,Though my body has been lost to the burden of youth
A wrinkled face a shaky hand and old memories
and hours spent wondering ( does anyone really know me?)

A longing for peace by a quiet flowing brook
where everyone is special and none over looked
where others are interested in what you have to say
and they actually listen rather than smile and walk away.
But I am afraid such a place can never exsist
or maybe it was something that in my youth I just missed
So hungry for acceptance and would pay any price
to be the brightest shining if only for one night.
So as another sleepless night passes and I face the early dawn
Old soldiers never die they simoly move on
No rest for the wicked or the writer they say
who capture each moment like each passing day
and for the prisoner locked in her cold lonely tune
they dream of the stars and the sign of the moon.