My Escape From My Prison
By: Toni Whisenant
Sitting in a small, dark cell,
Thinking of my time in Hell.
I wonder what I did this time.
What sort of cruel, vicious crime
I did to deserve my depressing fate.
My mind is gone in a timeless state.
My sanity left; my will eroded.
My heart is gone: it had imploded.
I don't remember where I come from
Nor my name. I cannot run.
The doors are locked, the key is lost.
What did I do to deserve this cost?
There are no windows to crawl through.
So I ask myself "What do I do?
I cannot run on through the door.
Yet I cannot stay here anymore."
My time is dwindling faster and faster.
Forever closing in; tears without laughter.
The walls disintegrate; the floors turn to grass.
The ceiling turns to sky in a giant mass.
Sunshine hits my quite cold skin.
Am I still paying for my sin?
I can feel the breeze of a beautiful day
Stinging my face in such a sweet way.
The trees feel alive and the bird that sings
Sounds so beautiful, plus the sound of his wings
Make me want to take flight high in the air.
The sounds of life, sounds so rare.
I never imagined it could be so grand
To sit upon the dirt and sand
Listening to the birds sing their songs,
The wind calling me from my wrongs.
Never could I see the beauty in this.
Never could I see myself in such bliss.
My soul soars high above the ground
And again, I hear that beautiful sound
Of wind whipping past my face,
As if in an eternal race.
Suddenly the sunshine turns to grey.
The grass turns to concrete in that awful way.
My cages are back, the sounds are muted.
Here is where I must stay, completely rooted.
Now I'm sitting back in my cell
Just thinking of my time in hell.