Prisoner

Sallow skin ravaged by hunger

gripped by callous sinful hands,

raven approaches with dismal

reminder of this desolate waste,

escape blew me across this barren land;

where all that's heard is frantic hysteria

promising to melt this brain; till each stem

is sacrificed to this madness called insanity.

Oh! Hostile sand you abuse my sight,

grinding me down with gritty fragments;

anything would be better than these mundane,

frayed clouds drifting across a full lunar moon.

How I long for the jabber of jailbird gossip,

even fear cutting through turbulence of men,

those cursed – chilly bars of steal would be

welcome on such a howling – devilish night.