personification poem

Insanity-
Her longing cries from behind locked doors,
A sea of frey from wall to wall,
She prances in the soft silky slippers,
Small graying face full of joy and laughter,
Twisted.
Blue eyes with the blackest of raven hair,
A tangle and a mess of hair,
She teases me as the sun goes down,
Her voice like chimes in the gray, gray room,
Bars on her windows,
Moon on her skin,
Nails drum at the walls covered in cravings made with her little nails,
Drumming hte nails again and again in a staccato rhythm,
Threatening.
I will get out, I will get out,
The sun rises and fingers thread in and out,
In and out.
Of her tangled mess of hair,
I have won for now,
But insanity has no escape.