Set free

Four walls,

Bare, barring disturbing cracks,

A lamp in your sight,

With a bed that creaks into the night.

A small clerestory window,

Pouring light through,

A holding room, alone for your exhaustion, a tomb.

Oh prisoner, you wonder of your time remainder,

Like clockwork you get to your chores,

Locked until dawn will be your doors.

Why weep now?

You mull over the life lived before,

Bitter it seems in its face,

Would you care for a visitor?

A soul in pain, dear prisoner.

Dear bride.