My Dark Prison

To hear the woodpecker To see the sun set To smell the lavender as it blooms To feel another’s touch No more To be locked in this pitch black prison To never hear a child’s sweet laugh For no sound comes through these atrocious walls In this prison I sit Locked away for sins I have never committed The walls closing in on my every detestable moment Left only to my thoughts The memories, they haunt me To feel the wind flowing through my hair To hear the distant bells: a church To see, just once more, a bright starry sky My memories, they haunt me I open my eyes, so heavy are they I breathe in deeply, this putrid smell No one have I seen, though the ages pass Left to my thoughts, these unbearable memories In this dark room I sit As yet another tear hit’s the floor The sound is swallowed by the silence Once again it is no more