The Red Room

This is a piece inspired by the novel Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. Hope you like it :)

As they lock the door I drown in deep red,

My heart is pounding with dread.

I am to be punished,

That is what they said.

When all I did was hide away,

Hoping for a better day. 

Ghosts crawl out from under the bed, I scream.

For I am certain it is not a dream.

Uncle Reed's voice echoes loud,

I miss the way he used to sound.

But he is now a demon from hell,

A place that is far from swell.

"Say your prayers Miss Erye," is what nurse said to me.

Though now I fear that God has let me be.

I am falling out of consciousness,

Maybe now I will feel his closeness. 

I would never wish anyone this doom,

For I will never forget the time I spent in The Red Room.