Grey view

I look through, my view obstructed by grey metal
Seeped in darkness, the vast expanse is cool
There is a slither of white peeking through
Swaying in the wind the light glimmers,
As if tip-toeing...any moment there would be a peal of laughter
I listen...the sight is re-enacted, the laughter drowned out?

I look out, around the grey bars
Watching for any movement, straining for the sound of squeal
Anything...that would abate the rising anxiousness
But, alas, the view is binding

The sound of silence is emanating, creeping in
Past the two grey pillars
They penetrate into the room
Presence so strong that you can almost reach out and touch
A soft glow of hope?
Or is it the loss of voice?

Hope for escape, for sanity
Loss of individuality
I stand wondering, my eyes fixed on the grey cylinders
Cutting a shadow, across the silvery path