I used to dance in the wind, I twisted, twirled, and spun.
In the morning and at night, I marveled at the sun,
surrounded by my family, smiles, love, and laughter.
Then everything changed...my life turned to disaster.

They threw a bag over my head and dragged me away,
the beautiful colors suddenly replaced by gray.
They tossed me into a dark, damp, dreary cell,
  the air thick and humid, with a terrible smell.
I wished it was a dream…I wished soon I would wake.
I endured a beating: soaked, sliced, squashed without break.

Suddenly, sucked into deeper darkness and despair;
would I survive this cruel nightmare?
The further I went, the louder the hiss and growls,
accompanied by desperate screams, cries, and howls.
Submerged in a vast sea of acid,
Thousands suffered, anguish of masses.

It was a slow death, for days I cried and waited,
I floated through vast, dark caves as I deteriorated.
Slowly broken down, I experienced decay,
the most important parts of myself picked away.

I saw the end of the caves; what I witnessed next...indescribable,
Dropped onto a pile of other prisoners, unrecognizable.
The floor disappeared and the pile set into motion,
finally free, we dropped into a white ocean.

I will dance in the wind never again.
My journey is over...The End.