Locked Up Saru
I'm being chained
To a jail made of rock
In the middle of an empty desert
Chains not only keeping me from freedom
But maybe sealing my memories of my past too
I don't know if that's true
If only I could take these chains off
I might find out...
Something in my past
It's the reason I'm here
Why I've been tortured day after day with loneliness
Nothing changes day after day, week after week
The same yellow sand reaches out at on the ground
Same blue sky up ahead
Both darken at night
Both get brighter in the daytime
No change
No voices
No people
I hold on to the faint feeling I have
Not a memory
I don't have any after being locked up here
I'll be rescued someday
I'll be able to see the sun
Make a friend
Maybe even eat my first meal
I won't have to be locked away
Away from the rest of the world
I'll wait for that day
Counting every day hopefully
I'll even wait
Five hundred years
If I have to
God, I haven't a poem in years. Flame me all you want. I only wrote it because of my writing class forcing me to write something each week. I'm already behind so torture me if you want. As long as I don't get a bad grade.
I'm being chained
To a jail made of rock
In the middle of an empty desert
Chains not only keeping me from freedom
But maybe sealing my memories of my past too
I don't know if that's true
If only I could take these chains off
I might find out...
Something in my past
It's the reason I'm here
Why I've been tortured day after day with loneliness
Nothing changes day after day, week after week
The same yellow sand reaches out at on the ground
Same blue sky up ahead
Both darken at night
Both get brighter in the daytime
No change
No voices
No people
I hold on to the faint feeling I have
Not a memory
I don't have any after being locked up here
I'll be rescued someday
I'll be able to see the sun
Make a friend
Maybe even eat my first meal
I won't have to be locked away
Away from the rest of the world
I'll wait for that day
Counting every day hopefully
I'll even wait
Five hundred years
If I have to
God, I haven't a poem in years. Flame me all you want. I only wrote it because of my writing class forcing me to write something each week. I'm already behind so torture me if you want. As long as I don't get a bad grade.