I sat there cold, and hungry, and wet, with a thirst that was never quite quenched. Never, not ever, not in my days, had I thought that I should come to this. Chained and shackled I was yet baffled, with thirst, oh thirst it was by far the worst. Please, some water, yes some water, just a taste on my dry tongue. For thus I begged, not to anyone near, or to any that could hear, my weakness was my own. I do not deserve to be a prisoner for I was never a sinner, but wrongly accused and abused, my nation hath hated me. Therefore thrown in a ship sent to miss my homeland far out at sea, my Lord oh Lord hast thou forsaken me? Forsaken I was, my prayers unheard, the darkness was my home. It was the cloak that hid me up, from shame of pain and hard emotion. Below the deck of that ship in a cell of bitter smell I was found not so well. And so it went on, thirst that was the worst, the darkness that was my home, the shame and pain with my nation to blame. Hope had left me as water from a broken glass, alas if I could have drunk from that glass. The water, there’s no water, but an ocean I am on. For days or months or weeks all I did was blink, until a time I fell asleep. The waters woke me up, the ones that swayed and rang as waves did their part to waken my gaze. But what really brought me to a start was the sweet drops that fell to my face and reached my heart. I licked the moisture from my lips which was almost enough to barely sip. For the rain fell down the walls, the cracks and gaps through it crawled. The small drips and rips I caught in my hands, in fact I even started to stand. Then the ship turned and swerved, and it was unheard but my head hit the wooden floor. I rolled all around, to floor or ceiling I was not bound, no difference there was then found, and my consciousness soon did drain, as even so does the running rain from clouds in the highest place. A time had come to stay, and I woke up with water all around my face, its salty taste made it to waste, but it stirred my wake and startled breaths I did take. The floor was the roof, the roof was no more, for it felt as if I sat on the rocky sea floor, but above me I could see a hole that through most definitely I could fit. So I crawled to a climb which took quite a time but my head fit through the lightful hole and a brilliant sight I then beheld. There were clouds that did surround the ship that turned it all the way around. Capsized it did not survive the ship wreck in the storm had it died. It was gone to be shredded and beheaded as parts and pieces floated about. I hoisted up to the hull to look around the ocean’s slow wavy roll. The sky was filled with the dark and dreary, heavily weary, yet in the distance there was a light that shone through the misty ocean height. The sunlight gleamed and set me free. My lord has not forsaken me. Lost I knew I ought to be, but seeing the great ocean gleam, I know now as never before: A prisoner I am no more.