I found a random poem while cleaning. I have no idea when I wrote this. Reminds me of a mix between a character in a book and being stuck in the hospital. I remember wanting to desperately get out of the hospital.
Trapped Behind the Window Pane
Out the window, I look
From the pleasures of my room.
The room of passion, perfume, toys,
I look out the window.
The bright warm blanket covers
My fine comfortable bed.
The candles are lit above my head.
My silk clothes wait for me.
I sit on the sill and ponder.
My fate is trapped inside here
Within all the treasures
That a thief would surely admire.
The caged bird who cannot be freed
Jailed amongst the prettiest things.
My soul cannot soar through all the hail
Trapped behind the window pane.