Dark Tower Poem by Jeremy Willson

Wooden floorboards
Splintered key chords
Piano and an ivory voice
She plays and sings without choice
Robbed of her childhood, made to stay
Imprisoned in a tower and forced to play
Stale, the tones hover in air
With fragrance of hope to spare
She wishes not nor dreams for gold
But silver linings in her quest to grow old
She'd play till strings were strained
And her voice becomes drowned in pain
Until dark towers turn to dust
Or prison bars began to rust
Breaking away bricks and steel
Taring at scars that will not heal
Just to catch a glimpse of the outsides shine
Freedom's sweet taste lasts for all of bitter time