In this cage
I am in this cellStuck in jail behind these bars
Until I arrive in heaven or hell
6th floor below or in the stars
It is so dark
Cold and in these narrow walls
This is no walk in the park
Sitting on this bed, in silence there are never phone calls
Waiting for the day
When the door opens, and I will be free
It will never come, eternity perhaps I will stay
Every movement on camera they can see
How did this occur?
What happened in the past?
How long have I been here for?
This all hit me so fast
In this orange jump suite
With these heavy metal chains
This is too hard to compute
So many questions this journey contains
Counting down for the next meal of the day
Cold and hard, it taste so bland
But I just cannot push the plate away
Even if its hard for my stomach to stand
No plan of escape
Beyond these thick cement walls
Everything is recorded on tape
So its not even worth the cause
The walls are still here
Even if I escape from here
They travel every where
Closer than they ever appear
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