Detainee

The Detainee

Cast into a dark place

Where am just a number

Suffocating in a tiny space

In dreamless slumber

Jolted, slashed; I would awake

To the screams of the voiceless

In every corner a horrible ache

Silhouettes breathless, noiseless

Still with pain; shaking with very jolt

Cracks of a merciless whip

Fear permeating like a thunder bolt

Bones cracking and flesh would rip

Apart a soul that once was free

Where freedom itself was confined

Within walls of fear; a "detainee"

Of old ages of hatred, blind

It will rise, will not bend a knee

To tyranny, to fear; it was the time

The voiceless had sung their plea

This sacred song; this holy rhyme

Jolted with fire that cracked my bones

My departing soul more adamant be

My last breath will shatter his "Throne"

I am the Revolution, I am the Detainee 

Max O’Reilly