These bars, cold iron and steel
Like death's touch they feel
Keeping me in my place they stand firm
While trapped here bad thoughts churn
I hate this cage, this vice of life.
Tearing down a decent mans strife
The bars, rusted and cold
This man's life is already sold
the bland walls, lifeless and bleak
Shaking the foundation and not even a creak
A stone cold hell wrought with malice
Anything outside is considered a palace.
Once you get out you want back in
For the outside is infested with sin.
'Let me back in, Let me back in
To that once dreary place
For the outside is a devilish place.
That place is infested with evil and fear.
Please oh please don't let me anywhere near.'
If I had to choose a place to rest
I would choose the cold iron bars as a place to nest.
I kind of like the idea the outside world is crueler than the inside world, maybe it means there is a lack of freedom everywhere.
Hi Well I can't say it is not descriptive. I find it very descriptive. I get a chill when I read it. I hope you were never behind bars. Very interesting to read.
Hey Matthew, sorry it's taken so long for me to get back to you. My email hasn't been working. Sure, I'd love to review your poetry. I love your rhymes in this piece. They flow so smoothly, which is rare in rhyming couplets. Kudos for that. Though I like it, I don't get any clear picture. The words are pretty, but I can't muster them into any strong image or emotion. You might want to unite your figurative language a little more. And though I like the word 'malice', I wish you hadn't used it twice. Overall good work. You're quite talented.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the paradox of the ending. It reminds me of something Poe would write.