The Prisoner
How I long for the light
As I sit in this room
I am surrounded by night
Black fills my sight
Here in this gloom
How I long for the light
Oh please here my plight
My mind turns to doom
I am surrounded by night
Disabled by fright
Am I in my tomb?
How I long for the light
Am I kept here for spite?
What dangers loom?
I am surrounded by night
“THERE WILL BE NO RESPITE!”
I hear a voice boom
How I long for the light
I am surrounded by night
Copyright © Denis Briggs | Year Posted 2018
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