One
Two
Three
Four
Walls all around me
Why haven't they found me

It was long ago,
My imprisonment quick
the fight lost
I'm still left sore

One
Two
Three
Four
Walls around me
Nothing that even resembles a door

Footsteps I hear,
echoes of laughter
I strive to remember
Glimpses of the past
Leave me longing for more

Questioning dreams
Like a scholar
With pencil in hand.
I pace myself
For an escape
Out of this dismal land.