Escape

The metal bars bind me in here, my cell.

They are cold as the heart of my warden.

It's cold and dark, the bottom of a well.

I'm all alone and I'm wondering when

I'll finally escape this empty place.

I'm losing hope, I don't see any light.

I don't think that I have a saving grace.

And just surviving requires all my might.

There's a knock, knock on the cell door for me.

A visitor? No, I can't believe this.

And yet I hope and say a silent plea.

The warden walks in and I find some bliss.

There's a person with him, wearing a grin.

He's rescued me, and I feel free again.

Author's Note

In the styling of a Shakespearean sonnet.