THE PRISONER

Amid the darkened caverns

 And dungeons of my mind

Huddles a helpless victim

 I hope to one day find.

Shackled in some corner

 Crying unheard cries

Amid the rats and roaches

 Just waiting till he dies.

And yet he keeps on living

 Abandoned by all, but hope

Alive and yet not really alive

 Trying just to cope.

With unseen shackles that bind him

 To the moist and merciless walls

Afraid, ashamed, alone

 Again and again he calls.

"Love me please, someone love me

 Is that such a hopeless chore?

Release me, touch me, hold me

 And I'll love you even more!"

But the walls just echo loudly

 As the cries bounce off the rocks

And sound like a mother's laughter

 of the tears she scorns and mocks.

And yet the seach continues

 In the darkness trying to see

That helpless, hopeless captive

 I know is really me.