Freedom Lost

Remembering the dusty, cold floors
Beneath my feet
Never feeling stable, secure.
And the dark, damp walls
Surrounding my misery.
Feeling closed in.

Feeling like there is no life
Beyond my cell.
No one existing
Except in this hell.

Gloomy shadows
Spread up the walls
A tiny, filthy window
Only allowing pin holes
Of light through
Like someone is exstinguishing the sun.

Like God himself
Has turned his back upon me.
Like hell has spat me back out.

Remembering the bird song
The sun on my back
The sense of freedom
Like swimming in the ocean
Seem like far away memories now.

For now I feel so conscious
That I cannot move my arms.
The scratchy material
From my borrowed clothes
Irritate.
My heart pounds.

For I know this is the end.
I'll never taste the freedom
The sweetness of your lips.
Your hand in mine.

All I see now is your face.
In my head.
As the lever slams down.