A Captive's Desire

Within yon walls, my world hath dwindled small,

A tiny realm wherein I am enthralled.

No gleam of light, nor touch of warmth divine,

My life is entwined in coils of dark confinement.

The walls, rough-hewn, and chilling to the bone,

A bed of stone, and sustenance unknown,

A meagre fare, to nourish me each day,

In timeless toil, my cares seem to betray.

I hear the wails, the endless cries of woe,

From broken men, whom sorrow's tides overflow.

Their woeful tales doth haunt my slumbered rest,

In dungeon's grasp, unseen by the world's crest.

The days move languid, nights do tarry long,

Beyond these walls, where I truly belong.

A distant dream, a fleeting memory,

In chains I dwell, bereft of liberty.

Yet deep inside, a flicker of hope burns,

A beacon bright, amidst despair's concerns.

That fateful hour when freedom shall embrace,

Releasing me from this accursed place.

So I'll endure, with fortitude and might,

To reach that hope, where glimmers the daylight,

For liberty awaits, a prize so dear,

When I'll be free to breathe untainted air.