The Wailing Of A Jailbird

Locked miserably in this dingy cell I am benighted and battered All I see is darkness No stars, no moon in my sky Only meteors of dark thoughts Screaming past, colliding and emitting sparks! My mind is a nocturnal street Where dark memories wander Like frightening phantoms! I was born an orphan Whom a ‘mother' begot And then conveniently forgot! With no polestar to guide, No nest to call my own, None to claim as kin, I drifted aimless through life. Grew up in the street Like a dog in the driveway Barking at people And ended up behind this iron door That stays firmly bolted From the world of color and scent, I am cut off by this barrier. All my screams, all my shouts All my cries for help Stifled behind this iron door My yesterdays locked, And my tomorrows blocked By this iron door All I see is smog, fog and haze. Monsters and fiends of thoughts, Are my companions Here, no bird sings What I hear are the rumblings of my stomach. Hate lives and grows in every breath I see nightmares even in my wakefulness Shudder under the whiplash of my conscience In this dingy cell, all my sanity slips Peril looming large, I try to gather The pieces of my fragmented self Bloodied and badly bruised I am only a step away from hell Release me from these shackles Lift the darkness off my soul Break open these binding chains Strip down this iron door Set free my captive spirit Let me see another sunrise!