Prison

I sit here, alone

in this silent cage

with these four walls closed tight

around me.

These bitter shackles confine

me to this cold cell"

they’re constricting.

They’re suffocating.

 

Golden light cascades

into this internal hell

through the barred window.

Outside, the birds flutter and chirp

in the open fresh air,

carefree.

I scowl and curse at their freedom

while I sit here,

rotting away.

 

I beg to be let free"

can’t my captor hear my pleas?

 

I long for a taste of that pure air

and to feel it brush against my skin,

but I get nothing more

than a taunting sample

from where I sit.

I want to be like those birds,

I want to run through the open fields,

arms opened wide,

Bathe in the blessing of the sun’s warmth,

let the starry night sky be my blanket.

 

But here I am forced to stay,

forever,

forced to dream

of the freedom I will never have,

for my captor keeps me here,

hidden in the darkness of his soul,

bound and chained,

rotting,

rotting,

rotting away,

into the nothingness

I’ve been forced to become.

Reviews

[forevermore1218]

I like your poem, mostly for the second to last verse. Especially the part with "bathe in the blessing of the sun's warmth, let the starry night sky be my blanket." I find that sentence to be very powerful, due to me being the same way. I love how much potential you give in this poem and hope that I find more poetry like this.

Keep on writing bud :)

[jessdixon]

I really like the symbolism of the last line. When you are confined to nothingness, you may start to become nothingness. Great work!

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

I love this... and how you wrote the imagery so nicely and also, how you wrote this part in structure:
"rotting,
rotting,
rotting away,"
...really nice, love it a lot, really enjoyed this.

[The Cute 1]

cool poem