• The glint in your eyes is fading fast
    Holding steady to the parchment you hold up to the light
    You know not of what you will write
    Or for how long

    You feel the chill cold of iron
    As sadness caresses your body
    The small candle in which you write by dims
    Your pencil shaking to and fro

    On and on you write
    Perhaps for an eternity
    The loose chains at your feet
    Only seen by your mind

    Your life chained
    Your sole chained
    Your mind chained

    To afraid to be free
    To afraid to even see what it can bring
    Shut inside by the wavering thought

    Your feeble mind