The Cell

So, this is a poem that i wrote uhh.. for grade 11 english? we had to write a sonnet and it had to be based on a character, theme or motif within The Crucible. this is a structured shakespearean sonnet.

i admit its pretty vague... it isn't supposed to be altogether clear, but it is based on the idea of John Proctor being trapped in prison, trapped in a web of lies, betrayal and political/spiritual/governmental dispute. (and btw if the last two lines seem weird and out of place, they are supposed to be separated and reveal something different or slightly shocking.. fyi.)

uhm. yeah. so here it is; originally untitled. recently (as in 2 seconds ago) named "The Cell".

A cry, a scream; it echoes through iron,
distorting stone faces never to be,
past concrete walls of clever deception
condemned to linger and never be free.
chains rattle and thrash to hopelessly fight
against knowing eyes of the conscious mind.
the darkness taunts with merciless delight
as flickering hope becomes a rare find.
to the stars, I beg, take with thee my pride
before my heartbeat stops cold as cement.
to the stars, ‘tis you in whom I confide
to escape the knell announcing torment.

neither tears nor wrath could crawl beneath skin
such like the pleading that came from within.