Poetry

Estranged by the brick walls
From the outside world,
I sit alone by my window.
I see only sunshine dripping through the bars,
And a blue sky beautiful and bold.
But I live in my shadow.
I seldom see a bird or two,
flying so high and carefree,
I wish I were one of them.
Inside my room old I grow,
moments being shed from longevity,
As I have lost a priceless gem.