No windows so I cant escape
No windows so I cant see my fate
Recollections of past visions are all I can salvage
Nobody to fault… so my mind is absent of malice
Nobody can glimpse inside, so it’s not actually torture
But I wish these four walls let me see death around the corner
Nobody to influence wrong doing at all
But I can’t identify what’s wrong… the judge wont answer my call
At least I can depart in piece
But no first-class deeds to account when me and the lord meet
Sitting here waiting on my kinfolk and peers
But does anybody even know I’m here?
Only obtain water if I drink my tears
I escaped life… but never really escaped life’s fears
Its jus like everybody’s plotting against me
And I wouldn’t know sunlight if it hit me

-Jon Chambers

more poetry at http://www.chambersthepoet.blogspot.com