Dreams: The Chessboard's Confined Queen

A woman trapped inside herself, Sits on a chessboard square, Clocks hanging by her side, Ticking with no repair.

A grand old clock stands tall, As she fades away like sand, Each tick of the clock, a toll, Her spirit slowly erodes from the land.

Her mind is trapped, her soul confined, Invisible chains that hold her tight, A prisoner to her own mind, In this endless, timeless night.

She watches as the hours pass, Her life slipping away, As she loses control.

She waits for a key, a way out, To break free from her cell, But the clocks keep ticking, and she doubts, That she'll ever escape this living hell.

Trapped inside herself, with nowhere to go, The clocks keep ticking and she despairs, Will she ever see the light and glow?