Chained

Controlled like a robot, All wound up and chained.
When i try to escape, To hell i get caned.
Yelled at and tortured, Like a small toy.
Restricted and suicidal, Knowing no joy.

Feeling the heat, of their hot breathe.
Against my face, I'm hearing my death.
Their commands I ignore, For I listen not.
and through all my fear, My hatred grows hot.

My screams are not heard, through my prison walls.
I yell for help, yet nobody calls.
I listen to hear, If anyones there.
But all thats near, is the sound of the air.

My hopes are broken, and my dreams too are shattered.
My life chained up, and my body all battered.

-Melissa Foutch-
9/25/1998