Post by misterpoet on Aug 2, 2006 18:33:13 GMT -5
today i look at these white walls
again,
and they look back at me.
the light in my cell is shorted
it blinks heavily
every so many seconds.
it's enough to drive a sane man
crazy. a crazy man
to his death.
my bed, ( i've laid here
over 36 hours – only getting up
to take a P or (two),
i have not showered yet )
is not soft but not hard,
it's doable – it's better than the floor...
i listen to echo's,
i cannot sleep.
i listen to the screams,
you'd think it was a psych-ward.
i fumble over my eyes,
you'd think i was dying.
------i thought i was
------and i thought i went to
------hell.
again,
and they look back at me.
the light in my cell is shorted
it blinks heavily
every so many seconds.
it's enough to drive a sane man
crazy. a crazy man
to his death.
my bed, ( i've laid here
over 36 hours – only getting up
to take a P or (two),
i have not showered yet )
is not soft but not hard,
it's doable – it's better than the floor...
i listen to echo's,
i cannot sleep.
i listen to the screams,
you'd think it was a psych-ward.
i fumble over my eyes,
you'd think i was dying.
------i thought i was
------and i thought i went to
------hell.
