The Prisoner

Oh what shame you felt
As led before the court,
Shackled hands, shackled feet,
And yet not one retort…
Couldn't they see the Heaven
That shone within your eyes?
Couldn't they see you're guileless,
Empty of all lies?

Oh what pain you felt
When every friend had left,
They closed their eyes
And closed their hearts
And left your soul bereft,
Couldn't they hear your spirit
Sobbing, crying pain…?
Or did they choose just not to hear it…
As you whispered every name?

By Sharon Frye