My Creek

My Creek

I watch as the water hits the rocks,

and stick my feet in and soak my socks.

The beuty of the ripples before it fades,

my sister thinks they're made by little mermaids.

Living in the water would be a dream,

in the water seeing the suns bright gleam.

Living in water, with marine life of fish,

Breath under water would be my wish.

I guess it's for a short while,

but it'd be kinda boring living in a nile.

So I prefer land over water,

even if today is a little hotter...

Freedom

Freedom

Inside a dungeon to do the chores,

only a dog will tend my sores.

Only a window to shed some light,

and only at 12 can I see the light.

Ropes on my hands chains on my feet

and all flat ground, not even a seat.

Someday I'll escape, and be free from that room,

but as of now, my fate is doom.

Who is my master... I don't know,

He'll enter the room, but the face he will not show.

Will you save me, lead me to fredom?

if not I can't blame you, noone else will come.