The Way Is Shut Poem by Sophia White

There must be a door here somewhere:
One that isn't watched.
For that door I'd never dare
So securely is it locked.

This room is getting grayer
Before my restless eyes
I lift a desperate prayer
For an escape route to arise.

The way is shut! The way is shut!
I'm trapped - inside this sorbid hut!
I'd more than love to get out - but
The only way I see is shut.

I try to settle my rowdy soul
And live through one more day.
Breathing in, review my role,
Breathing out, review the play.

I fear my aerobic excercise
If failing me quite fast
As panic deep begins to rise
My calm can never last.

The way is shut! The way is shut!
I'm writhing in this prison-hut!
How I want to get out - but
The only door there is - is shut.