The first day of the week,
Seven days of nothing at all,
I lay on my bed staring at the wall,
my bare feet and the toilet missing it's seat.
cockroaches crawl across the floor,
I don't jump anymore,
I watch them the same way they watch me.
I can't us the john,
Blow my nose,
Or sing a song without a guard taking note's
There's no clock
I never know the weather,
I open my eye's and see a blank wall going on
forever.
Killing me wont kill the beast,
The dark is it's friend and blood is it's feast!
Jason Young
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-be-locked-up-and-put-away/
