Imprisonment

Feel captivities firm grip smother out the fun, The stretch of its reach felt with each pass of the sun; Metal doors slam shut, rumbling its echo down the hall, Now come jail bar shadows to lurk upon the night wall; There would come death to silence but for the jailers' keys, To rattle the quite where freedom none sees; Moment by moment goes time so deep to know, Where the inuring gloom of imprisonment, time creeps so very slow;