Hostage

Thomas Fox Parry

I did not go through the door
      but it opened for me

For an age I did not find the door
      while the keys lay in a pile
Wood, copper or iron
No keyholes revealed their secret

Before the time was lost
I began to dig an exit
      with the keys I found
As soon as I finished
      cutting an opening of light
someone appeared as a sentry
      and tossed me a question
Would you like to leave?
No!
      I answered in anger and pride
I dig again
      without knowing what
      is dripping from me