The Prisoner

Sat in his cell thinking,
The silence was deafening,
Alone in his thoughts,
Time without meaning.
A bird on the window sill,
Reminding him of freedom,
Four walls closing in,
Crushing his spirit.
The years passing by,
With nothing to show,
Just getting older,
Waiting for death.

by Joseph Doyle

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