I'm Imprisoned In A Dewdrop Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'm imprisoned in a dewdrop
In a prison of my own cruel soul
Waiting to drop waiting to roll
Like the progeny of a tale Aesop
Might have retold in a foxhole
To a vixen headed on her nightly, patrol.

I'm imprisoned in a dewdrop
In a prison of my own harsh soul
Waiting to drop waiting to roll
Down a windowpane; like a raindrop.
But in the meantime, dawns delightful
Said; Mr. Hyde to Dr. Jekyll.

I'm imprisoned in a dewdrop
In a prison of my own bad soul
Waiting to drop waiting to roll
Waiting to unfurl a teardrop
It's a wrestles state in which to roam
And find your way back home.