Through Her Eyes

I always wondered what it would be like to see the world

Through her eyes.

An unending fog circling the Sun

Blocking out its rays from reaching the surface

Its heat and blinding light smothered in bone-chilling 

Darkness.

An Alcatraz of the mind overlooking the bay

At the mainland that lay beyond

But never able to reach its shores.

What do her eyes see,

If anything?

She knows but will never tell

Lips pursed in closed silence

The internal against the external

Fighting for control of a mind

Where time stands still

A clock frozen on the hour of its beginning and end.