Stuck In A Dungeon, We Used To Call Home

• Keira Hill, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2022

Stuck in a dungeon,
I used to call home.
Stuck in a dungeon, for two cycles of the sun.
Withdrawn from the light, that once appeared so bright.
Estranged from members, who became your cell mates.
Looking through the bars, of a door that seemed as if it would never open.
Wondering what the world was like, because no one was out there to see it.
The unrecognisable face in the mirror, that never used to be so pale.
We were all the lonely ones.
We are all the ones who lived.
And we forgive, and we mourn, and we live,
For the world we had forgotten.
Stuck in a dungeon,
We used to call home.