Prison by ayudovin
My home is now this prison wall
In creeping moss I measure time
These wrecks of men - they come and go
But I am trapped, and I remain.
Day after day I watch them hurt:
Pace endless circles, moan and weep,
Lie motionless in their own dirt.
Yet I am silent, I do not complain.
I stare through my empty eyes
At their numb and empty souls -
They live, but they are not alive...
Then I remember him again.
He thirsted life. He had some coal;
Under his hands I came to life.
He left me on the prison wall.
I heard him dying in the rain.
His living body, young and lithe,
Now but a memory of touch...
That day he was to draw me wings.
He wanted us to fly away.
I tried to die, to cry and call --
I have no voice, my hands are tied.
I am a drawing on the prison wall.
Time passes, I, alone, remain.