Prison

Monday, December 29, 2008

In here,
Nothing but the drops of water echo down the halls.
Stone walls absorb even your sight.

The blind searching
For something unfound,
And something ellusive.

Down at your feet
Lay the chains
That once reflected the sun.

Hungrily,
Tear at the steel binds
That still make you slave.

And when you're set free,
Carry these chains.
Not for yourself,
and give such lust to just one more.

Reviews

[Butterflymom]

This is a stunning, creative, and original piece. It was very well expressed, and well written. Amazing!