Prisoner
In the darkness of my cell,
The sound of silence I know well
Drips constantly with helpless fears,
Receives with eagerness my tears
Which I have shed, deeply alone
Longing for my long-lost home.
The penetrating shadows see
With eyes that blink and stare at me
How I am mad with craven fright
That batters me all through the night.
And not the faintest light of dawn
Shows through; the night goes on and on.
And my self-inflicted hell
Is escapable, I know it well.
But who can break old self-wrought fetters
When one knows how one's a debtor
To the one who holds the key?
Why expect this feat of me?
The airless shell of my own making
Is the forge where I, forsaking
All I knew have wrought these chains
To gleefully increase my pain.
You hold the keys out through the bars;
I am so close and still so far
From taking them and going free.
Why don't you just give up on me?
I may sit here till I'm old
And know your love has not grown cold,
But darkness masks all I have done
And here's where I escape the one
Who loves me best, despite my dross,
And sought me out when I went lost.
Away from me, O beam of light!
I am invisible at night.
I'll sit here comfortably in shame,
Cling to the music of your name;
But proud am I, and hell-bent,
To wear these chains and be content.
I will not hear your pleading voice,
For I have made my solemn choice:
I'll heed no light shining from above.
I am unworthy of your love.
postscript
Decided to put it in three parts. All together it looks like a long read. Enjoy.