Prison

In a realm of shadows and despair,

Where hope is but a fleeting breath of air,

Lies a world bound by iron and stone,

Where souls endure and dreams are thrown.

Within these walls, a captive's plight,

The absence of freedom, the absence of light,

Yet amidst the darkness, a spark remains,

 A flicker of resilience that defies all chains.

Behind cold bars, where dreams are caged,

Stories unfold, etched on hearts engaged,

Each inmate a chapter, a tale untold,

Incarcerated spirits, both young and old.

Within these cells, lives wrought with regret,

Yet some seek redemption, refusing to forget,

They yearn for forgiveness, a chance to atone,

To reclaim their humanity, to find a new home.

But even in confinement, beauty finds its way,

As poetry blooms, words become their stay,

From the depths of solitude, verses arise,

Transcending the walls, touching distant skies.

In rhymes and rhythms, they find solace true,

A sanctuary of words, painting skies anew,

In the darkest corners, their voices resound,

Unshackled by bars, their hearts unbound.

For poetry knows no boundaries or constraints,

It soars above limitations, it never faints,

It captures the essence of freedom's plea,

Transforming the prison walls into a melody.

So let the verses flow, like rivers unchained,

Through paper and pen, let dreams be regained,

For in the realm of poetry, spirits arise,

Transcending the prison, reaching endless skies.