acaptivity; a tribute to the past

Trapped in a musty jail cell,

strangled by the ropes of time,

there I lay for years, an empty shell.

 

It took just one hour,

to finish my servitude.

There I was, a blossomed flower.

 

Fleeing through the familiar glass door,

I felt the weight drift slowly off,

There I was, humming a song of something more.

 

 

 

          

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

strangled by the rope of time...
Well penned.