Trapped.

Alright. This one goes along with my last one, in that I also wrote it in the "Hospital". "Prison" is more like it. Anyway. I did this one in the first place, UCLA Harbor. This is one of the first poems I ever wrote. I made it kind of as a rap in my mind so some of the parts are meant to be said fast but it still kind of flows read normally so that shouldn't matter too much.

 

 

 

The walls are white,

Lined with metal,

There’s a lock upon my door,

That needs a key

On the outside

To free me from my timeless dorm.

I no longer have a clock,

No way to tell how long it’s been,

I sit here in this cage and read,

Try to stop the rage within.

But they’ve taken what I had,

My one connection to this dimension,

The thing that told me life goes on,

That I’m not trapped in perpetual detention.

They trapped me again, the cage is just bigger,

I suppose this is a step up in freedom… Go figure.

This is worse, I can’t tell time

This darker place impedes my mind

I can’t close the door or I’ll be locked inside,

Likely never to be freed but at least I can confide,

In my books and my writing, to pass the hours,

Though at the moment my head hurts and my mood is sour,

Oh well. I’ll get out of here eventually.

Until then, I have to sit through this routine,

Really I shouldn’t complain, I’m given food and drink,

And a clean little bed, and a toilet and a sink,

But I’m still trapped…