Imprisoned
In a dark cell, I am
Behind bars of steel
I cannot bend.
I could have asked
For an airy room
Furnished with bed
And open to light,
With a chair to sit
And a table to write down
The words that come
To play with me.
Engulfed by the dark
Of an evil variety
I cannot read
I cannot write,
My brain stalled
I should be free
To recall to mind
My early years
When I was
Free and wild,
That would revive me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem