Another Found poem: In My Prison, from the "Fall of the House of Usher" by Poe
A shield of silver
Distinct, hollow, metallic
At the moment, eyes bent fixedly upon the floor
My whole countenance, stone rigidity
A strong shudder, a sickly smile
I spoke gibbbering,
"I hear it. I hear it living in the tomb, hollow in the coffin.
There for hideous long minuets, hours, days."
I cry in the prison,
The iron door unconcious of my struggles, of my presence
Here I sprang furiously to my feet
Shall I fly?
Heavy and horrible the door
I rushed the archway
the breaking, the rending of the vault
Now aware of my soul
It stands thoughout, before, and over me
Upon the wretch, the dragon
Bending closely over his whole person