The Barred Window

She lies on the grimy floor of the dungeon,
Dreaming of feeling the soft grass between her bare toes,
She longs to see, taste, touch, hear and feel every bit of the free world,
She covets laughter, love and life.

Her cheeks are stiff with dried tears,
Her face and fragile body stained with filth,
Red veins are scattered on the whites of her eyes,
From many sleepless nights.

She peers out the barred window
And watches others live unrestricted,
Like a starved child, drinks up the scarce sunlight
Pouring in through the window in pitiful quantities.

She has company in this prison of hell,
But they do not know of life outside the iron clamps,
They refuse to be enlightened,
For they are forever cursed with blindness.

Refusing to remain contained, she makes a vow,
For her destiny is not to stare wistfully at the keyhole,
She smiles in anticipation as she glances out the window again,
For she will find the key.