Surrounded by bars,
its dark and so cold,
locked in a jail,
so rustic and old.
the stench in the room,
the mice scurrying around,
isolated from the world,
I cannot hear a sound.
Down on my knees,
groping in the dark,
I’m feeling for something,
a source of hope, a spark.
I grab hold of something,
its smooth and so thin,
a paper to write on,
a chance to begin.
I hold my precious pen,
the only other thing with me,
the combination is perfect,
I can write-that’s the key.
The tears flow
my pen flies in motion,
I’m telling my story,
its filled with emotion.
I weep as I write,
express all my pain,
i just hope this letter
will not be in vain.
As I finally conclude,
I fold it so neatly,
slip it out in the crack,
I can now rest completely.
I drift off to sleep,
dreaming on and on,
of the day I’ll be free,
the day it’ll be dawn.
I awake with a jolt,
I shake with such fright,
a light streams in,
I gasp at the sight.
My mother runs towards me,
embraces me with love,
she’s come to my rescue,
a messenger from above.
I am now a free bird,
I’m released, unbound,
I’ve restarted my life,
happiness I’ve found.
In reality I’m not there,
I’m still in this prison,
but now I’ve got a dream
I can hope for a reason.
Don’t know if this makes any sense, just what came out.