Feel captivities firm grip smother out the fun, <br />The stretch of its reach felt with each pass of the sun; <br /> <br />Metal doors slam shut, rumbling its echo down the hall, <br />Now come jail bar shadows to lurk upon the night wall; <br /> <br />There would come death to silence but for the jailers' keys, <br />To rattle the quite where freedom none sees; <br /> <br />Moment by moment goes time so deep to know, <br />Where the inuring gloom of imprisonment, time creeps so very slow;<br /><br />Tony Avila Sampson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imprisonment/
