Poem – Imprisoning Images

I am trying so hard to escape. Her image is

my warden, my guard, my cell, and these

cold bars within, that imprison my heart.

Sentenced to life, I shall serve my time

alone amidst an unfathomable future

without her. Forever will I be confined

and punished by the Polaroid’s of my mind –

the snapshots of her long-lost smile.
These are the images I shall never escape.