No Freedom

These prison bars face me,
Stair at me,
block me from the outside world,
they drain my sole,
they remind me,
all freedom is lost from my grip.
i can barely remember the breezy gusts of wind,
the wonderful smells,
the beautiful stories i used to tell,
the feeling of cool water down my parched cracked throat,
now all of that is gone,
and someday,
when i break these bars of steal,
i will soar like an eagle,
finally free,
but only these bars,
these prison bars,
could finally make me feel.