Dark Days
I sit alone in the dark,
In the dungeon cold and damp,
I hear the drips and the rats,
And I wish I owned a lamp.
My punishment was unjust,
And my thoughts are dark as night,
I’m starving, chained and afraid.
In my dreams, I dance in light.
For Debs’ Dark Dungeon contest
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