It's an eight by ten world,
and I'm caught here in it's trap-
Cold steel cells and glossy photos-
with an aging mind and a warm wool wrap

There's nothing here I want to own,
your eyes they told the tale-
One day they'll roll these prison doors-
and I'll step into hell

The lonesome gray hallway leads to nowhere-
expressionless faces following the distance-
Set me free; Set me free;
From me there'll be no resistance

Final steps, thoughts and meals,
A Man of God, comes to call-
a long black robe and collar of white-
but no confessions, only silence falls

Blistered tongues swell, throats restricted,
nose bleeds on the floor-
Set me free; Set me free;
I can't stand living, anymore

The sound of time, ticks away,
moments are eternity's forever-
Roll those doors and take the walk-
down that darkened pathway to never

Tears and gasps, breaths they hold,
behind thin lips tightly sealed-
Speak no prayers for this sinner's life-
have no mercy, I can't be healed

There's nothing here I want to own,
for your eyes, they told the tale-
One day they'll roll these prison doors;
and I'll step into hell

And so I did; I'm free at last;
from the crete, and razor wire-
I stepped from one eight by ten-
into society's fire

© Lisa Hilbers
5/4/05