Entombed

                    Within these walls of stone cold gray
                       I sit and watch time pass away
                    Knowing only of time gone
                       by a new sun in the sky

                    Staring through the bars and glass
                       watching as the people pass
                    Remembering how it is to be free
                       not held under lock and key

                    To feel the wind against my face
                       while inhaling the freshness of open space.
                    Smelling the aroma of fresh bloomed flowers
                       not the stench of bodies unshowered

                    The outside world to me is unknown
                       except for the kindness you have shown
                    Please write to me again my friend
                       before another day comes to an end

                                       William B. Morris