My Prison

As I sit here, inside my prison,
and listen to my peer's endless questions,
and my teacher's endless orders,

I look outside,
I look and I see the rain pouring from the heavens,
and I watch the colored leaves rustle in the breeze,

I feel a sudden feeling,
a sudden sadness, as if my life will never end, and then,
just then, I finally hear the bell.

I hear the freedom bell toll,
I ask not who it tolled for, for it tolled for me.