Restoration

 

I woke up to realise that I was in a concrete shell

for some time I had been incacerated in this cell

I had grown accustomed to its routine

in a world that I had never really seen

 

I was frightened by this overpowering reality

as I began to doubt any sense of my sanity

Was I blinded by a nauseous gas

to find that I was quite friendless

 

I began to pack my treasured belongings

from jackets, books, shoes and stockings

I made haste and ready to flee

and not to remain here for eternity

 

When I look back I do not see myself

only an empty vessel left on a shelf

Soon these futile thoughts steadily faded

as I felt renewed and no longer jaded