DUNGEON

It wasn’t a dream, a nightmare could be, a horrible reality,

I recall that I was only a child when it took me away to stay.

Walls so tall that there was no way to fall, no way to climb,

Darkness was my only companion in this made-for-me home.

Not a door that opens, cold in the night as it is hot all day,

Where it rests I have not a guess, why I am here with much fear.

Older than I once was with parents who have not a clue,

What happened to their little boy, a constant nightmare without joy.

Did I say it? A monster of a woman whose face I have known from youth,

I can never get away as she laughs at me when she passes each day,

She does not speak of why this evil has been placed upon me,

On a cold October night, I was taken away, why, Aunt Penelope! why!

                                Keith Garrett