A poem

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I woke up from a nap with the urge to write. Here is what i regurgitated onto the screen in front of me.

He walks along the estuary,
Under moon-lit sky.
Away from society,
He ponders.

"Give me land, lots of land,
But don't fence me in".

He remembers walking here,
all those years ago,
with the same desire within,
the need to retreat from modern life.

Looking up at the stars,
he imagines a simpler time,
as if he walked the earth back then,
when there were no concrete cities.

"Don't fence me in" he says,
recoiling back to the wild.
His bush soul is awakened,
and he vanishes into the night.

The influence from John Moriarty is telling.

SebBerkovich

I like it!
first stanza set's up the poem nicely, good work

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Thank you!

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Another:

He sits in isolation. A cold damp cell
is his home for God knows how long.
Filthy and tormented, he tries not to weep.
That is what they want.

His feet are blue with the cold; numb.
He can no longer stand. Rocking forward
and back he tries to remember a better time,
a time when he felt human.

It must be months, if not years since he
saw the outside world. He tries to picture
his friends and family growing old without him.
Do they think of him?

He places one hand into the slop bucket
in the corner of the cell, while blocking
his nose with the other. A cold squelching
noise bounces off the walls.

Under an engraving made days earlier,
he paints the word 'Saoirse'.