Chains of Solitude

Behind bars and locked away,

In a place where freedom's sway,

Is but a distant memory,

A life of monotony.

The iron gates, a heavy weight,

That keep the world outside at bay,

The hours stretch into days,

As one's existence slowly frays.

The walls are tall and bleak,

A prison for the meek,

A soul that's lost and all alone,

In a place that feels like home.

The guard's strict gaze and steady pace,

A constant reminder of one's place,

No comfort in the silence here,

Only memories and endless tear.

Yet, in this cell so grim and cold,

There's a flicker of light, untold,

A glimmer of hope, a spark of faith,

A will to rise and break the chains.

So even as the days go by,

And every step feels like goodbye,

The spirit endures, the soul survives,

A flame that never truly dies.