My Fortune Cookie

It’s been long since I’ve been locked up in this cellar,

Black and musky with a scent of rusted iron,

Frail and devoured by the unforgiving demons;

Who come to slay me each day after day,

Dubious illusions they put by my every choice.

For it is now that I shall swing open,

With the keys around my sullen heart

For no more! No more! I say

Embracing the lullaby of misery;

Doesn’t suit my quality taste.

Sunshine upon my tongue, my eyes, my ears, and nose,

Is all I crave for, out of this trodden daze

I bite my thumb as a spot of red appears,

It clarifies I’m no longer by the prison gates

 liberate enough to pick my own fortune cookies,

As per my very own first taste!