Prisoner of Time

Words gleam in front of my eyes Almost as if hungry for me. To escape that necessary prison, I look out of my window. As icing on a cake, the rust stays On the iron bars protecting me; Out of the cool surroundings That are like a blanket to me. Green smears across my view; Some might say, blocking the blue That resides far away But closer that anything I’ve seen. I stare out and listen to the sounds- The wind blowing and the whir of patience That runs through everyone’s blood. I feel content, I feel at peace. I turn back to my guards, Face them with a smile I go back into my prison Satisfied with my time.