The captor was steadfast in her responses

Once a day she said

Once a day you can visit that

Little field behind the wooden fence

So he sat there in that little shed each day

Time crawled, as he sat in agonizing solitude

He longed for the lilac’s aroma to fill him up with life

The open view of the mountain range, 

Each peak more stunning than the last

That field,

Oh that field was the only thing keeping him sane

It consumed his mind and

Eroded at his sensibility

As he sat there in that little shed

Aching to the core

And gazing around the room holding onto his last inklings of composure

Barren and furnitureless

Oh how he longed for the 

Little field behind the wooden fence