Memoirs Of A Prisoner

By Sahana Rebecca Vijay

I reside in the darkness of the night

The sky black as a raven's feather

Where the diamonds of the heavens reunite

Just me and my thoughts, alone together.

I run my fingers along a barren oak tree

Engraved is a love story, ardent and bold

The names whisper they're happy and free

But the wood bears witness to secrets untold.

In the distance lies a silver wrinkled lake

O’er which ash laden clouds shed their tears

And in consolation for many a mistake

The rain gently hushes me, and drives away my fears.

I reside in the dark shadows of my cell

With luminous cracks in the roof above

In this inky damp cube do I now dwell

And look back upon my life, now deprived of love.

I run my fingers along the rugged stone wall

To find legends of my precursors in this jail

Inscribed with blood, they speak of a brawl

Where many would die and only one prevail.

In the corner lies a murky little puddle

O’er which the broken ceiling spills the rain

To drum a constant rhythm, ever so subtle

That entertains my life, now so plain.

By Sahana Rebecca Vijay