My time has come still held hostage with no reason,
Someone had forgotten that it was my season,
My room is so free with no space to escape,
I need to go I need to set myself free,
The walls around me won’t let me flee.
The pressure I exert is worth breaking the wall,
The outcome is a crevice staining the black mall,
With each blow a bright light can be seen through,
I hoping that the sight is so true,
Am now craving for the outside dew,
The walls so tight I won’t go through.
Each effort has brought its’ fruit,
One wall down but still rooted to it’s foot,
With closed eye I make the first move,
I have finally crossed it now into the murky mood,
My steps numbered I can’t make a move,
I have realised a new wall rising two.
Still confused at the new sight beyond the grass,
A tall figure blocking my path with it’s heavy mass,
Am overshadowed by a new strong cage,
Will I get through will I get my wage,
I have to move hoping to get the way,
The walls so tight keep cooling my faith.
Taking a break my energy all drained,
The burden on me careless of the so called trained,
East to West I found no way,
My efforts all wasted more sweat no pay,
Will I ever be free will I see a bright day,
The walls so tight am trapped no light.