Frozen Poem by Noen Muti

I stand in silence, a body frozen like alabaster. The clock's ticking echoes through the prison walls. Stifled life behind bars, akin to a coffin for the deceased. Yet, a steadfast mind weaves millions of words into thousands of sentences, crafting irregular verses, a message of revolution. A will to alter history, but not one's fate.

Still, I remain silent and immobile, mouth sealed. Eyes gaze far into the future, witnessing spirits soaring, piercing through walls, riding the winds. Departing, leaving a shrunken form like an ant on the palm of its hand. A deer breaks free from the hunter's snare. Silence lingers like a monument, unable to contain thoughts roaming wild, wandering, seeking the path to freedom.