My heart sits in a cell, chained to walls in a damp, lightless space,
Confined by bars welded in place,
The key held by destiny or fate,
Only time can unhinge this wrought iron gate.
So shall I sit and wait,
Listening to drips seeping through dungeons wall.
Patiently still, longing for freedoms call.
A sentence I serve for my transgression,
I tremble with trepidation,
Striving to see the lesson.
Bread and water my meal,
Bland and tasteless, a punishment for men who steal, held in bonds of steel.
Searching to see if I still feel,
Wishing to change circumstances too real.
With sores of anguish upon my flesh,
A spirit morose, only memories bright can I now fetch.
To stare upon the lock and hinge,
Each passing second brings an oozing cringe.
Face worn by weariness born within this chamber,
Years spent in shackles, never to release by struggle or clamber.
So shall I sit, so shall I serve, until bestowed that which I so rightfully deserve.
