I can swear I heard waves,
gently washing on a shore,
but I could not see an ocean,
for I was locked under the cellar door
The wild man put me here,
after pounding my head on the floor,
he danced in the moonlight,
he never told me what for
I’m not sure I can break free,
I may meet my death here,
the cliffs are nearby,
him throwing me off is what I fear
So, I count the days with chalk
on the darkened cellar wall,
I dream of rising up,
standing so tall,
but instead, I curl up,
and I cry and bawl.
(Photo by Pawel Czerwinski on Unsplash)
3 thoughts on “Held Prisoner (a poem)”
Your poem really describes the stifling atmosphere of the prison. Well crafted.
Thanks Dave! I’m not quite sure what prompted me to write this one, but I like how it turned out.