The Prisoner

Cold silent revenge broke into many pieces,

Like death beat of regimental marching feet,

Made the clouds retreat slowly into defeat,

Distress choices caught and trapped in places.

Fearing the sentence of weary hateful fate,

At the prison gate, a stream of visitors waited,

For the cell break sounds officers anticipated,

On freedom lurking with the cold look of hate.

Celebration wave searched the prisoner's gaze,

Almost, every eye at stand still, lay awake in tears,

before the lights went escaping down the stairs,

The penalty locks tight citadel into a darker maze.

And hold the dream they believe will not let go,

Roaming of hope desperate in heart and soul,

Fuel in prison, make the veins of inmate feel whole,

In the world where the brave bold ego must show.

Counsel for the crown, are quickest wits to frown,

When correctional mass, amends the deeds and act

Concluding questions, appearing keen to abstract,

Guilt and innocence, conscious cravings are known.