The Longest Night

Imagine me,
Captured, caged, disdainful me.

Imagine freedom,
Hopeless, lonesome, hurtful freedom.

Imagine twice,
The candle’s flame unsteadied by the wind.

Imagine thrice,
The longest night, the fitful toilsome sleep.

Imagine yesterday,
Alive, alone, unending yesterday.

Could the format change the word,
Could the finch disrupt the cage,
Could the morning break the mourning.

Or could this night simply never end.