The Prisoner

A man sits chained
Facing a wall
And no one else is there
No one at all.

He sits at the end
Of an unlit cave
Separating himslef;
Somewhat of a knave.

And he says to himself,
"Those are real"
As shadows pass by
From the cave mouth's reel.

He is chained at the wrist-
Self inflicted, no one knows,
But the scar underneath
Ever bleeding always shows.

Then one day
Like any other
A boy came in
Simply to bother.

"Why is it, man,
Freedom you block,
Shut up tight
With a cold, hard, iron lock?"

The man turned to speak
But he could only squint,
A lifetime passed by
Burnt out like a flint.

He cannot see the light
So he will turn away
Like Judas from Jesus,
Always leading himself astray.

A man sits chained
Facing a wall
And no one else is there,
And that is all.