Break free!

Within four walls I sat sorrowfully down,
My pen, my soul, my wings and me down,
Hopeless and woeful merely with my books,
With words to see my awful looks,
Words you see what I cannot say,
You feel what I have day by day,
As Euphrates and Mississippi endlessly flow,
My agony travels with Tigris still others to go!
For a broken, deep river I am to be,
Inside endeavoring to break free.