The Dungeon
In the dark,
Rats’ scuttling I hark,
Me fettered in chains,
With an unbearable pain.
The cries of the dead,
Fills the place like a song,
Cursing people whom obtain their procuring,
Upheld lives long.
The pain not in the body,
But inflicted to the heart,
Accused of crime out of innocence,
It just tears me apart.
I’m neither a delinquent,
Nor a person with a bad name,
But one accusation from society,
Brought me endless shame.
Memories flashes back to me,
As my chains were undone,
And my head severed to the ground,
And my soul set free towards the sun.
--Eddy Tan Jia Cheng (29/3/2011)--
