This is my first poem, so i'd like comments and constructive critisim that i can use to improve my poetry.
Thuder Booms,
and Lighting Crackles,
My ankles bound by Heavy Shackles.
While Iron bars keep me in,
My prison cell is dark and cold,
There's no escape from my stronghold.
There's not really much to do,
Which is why i'm in my room most times,
Thinking up my little rhymes.
I was falsely accused,
For a murderous crime,
Now, i'm quickly running out of time.
The injections there,
I'm on Death Row,
Scars and bruises there in tow.
Tell me what you think, i apologise now if i've mispelt anything.