The Prisoner Poem by emerson achari

The walls surrounded me
mocking...
i did not do it
i frequently said to myself
i did not do it

it was the first time
i heard the bird
outside fluttering
singing in its freedom

i envied it
as i sat and listened
Never again would i see the outside
Never again would i smell the scent of spring
nor the stings of burns in summer
nor the crunch of leaves in autumn
nor the shivers of cold in winter

i woke early every day
thinking about the night
it was as if part of my memory vanished
or was it stolen
perhaps by the bird?

it sat near the window
staring at me
mocking me
laughing at me

i was innocent
nobody believed me
nobody cared
nobody trusted in me


i sat there staring for hours at end
they thought i killed him
they don't know the truth

the bird sat in the nearby tree
its crimson feathers catching the light
there seemed to be a smile on its face
a smile to see me like this