the slave
shadows slant as the sun arcs across the prison walls he walks his paces sinking to his cot and rising again he pounds the iron walls in frustration days come and go without count and number how long has it been? will deliverance….? falling into the corner he sobs running out of tears his crime, his punishment the love he showed and the kindness given for this they beat and mock forsaken he waits in the dungeon locked in a foreign land across the sands forgotten by all but his God but still this man the Hebrew trusts footsteps come
I wrote this poem some time ago about the Biblical character of Joseph. This poem takes place in the middle his story, while wrongfully imprisoned on a charge of rape. Go read the story in Genesis 37 and the surrounding chapters. It is an interesting story.
