High in a tower securely bound, <br />With chains and padlocks made of steel. <br />Thirty feet above the ground, <br />Where blows the wind with a bitter chill. <br /> <br />A heart inprisoned in a cage, <br />Struggles and fights to be set free. <br />Grinding and clenching teeth in rage, <br />Testing the bars constantly. <br /> <br />Bitter bondage inside that cell, <br />Where nothing stirs except the chains. <br />Securely holding a soul in hell, <br />With eternal agony and constant pains. <br /> <br />No key to the padlocks will be found, <br />The tower is too steep to climb. <br />The chains make their metallic sounds, <br />And the wind blows bitter all the time. <br /> <br />Forever more locked in that cell, <br />This heart will remain securely bound. <br />Inside this bitter desolate shell, <br />Thirty feet above the ground.<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-chained-heart/
