Jail break

On March 1st I made my break
After 9 months of my sentence
The conditions inside
had got real cramped
And I’d forgotten what
my offence was.

I was weak and small
For I had survived
On 2nd hand food and liquid
I gathered all my strength
And tunnelled out
Hoping to be emancipated.

How I bawled and I cried
when I realised
that my plan of escape had back fired
I wriggled and I moaned
But the truth, hard to own,
I was still trapped in a cage of bone.

Solitary I’m confined
In my personal gaol
Designed with a billion cells
I’ve lived in each one
Nearly 2 life sentences long
And I still don’t know what my offence is.