The Watery Prison

This dim cage.

Cold

Damp

Dark.


The iron bars fall like pellets of rain,
And surround me;

A prisoner of the law,
a prisoner of the pain.


In the grey clouds in the ceiling of my cell,
Occasional beams of sunlight,
peering through the cracks,

Enlighten me;
an inmate of Hell.


On the mouldy floor the water drops stain,
And wet me;

A prisoner of the law,
a prisoner of the rain.