Cinder walls
And cold steel bars.
Gray
Upon black
Upon gray.
A leaky ceiling
Blocking the stars,
And here I sit
Day
After day.
A permanent perch
On a branch from Hell
Too Repugnant to envision.
I am cemented
Wishing it was all
Good and well.
This place
Is a prison.
-audra king
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Audra I know where you can find the key to leave the prison. Cool once more Roger