It's just my eye that you can see,
Come closer now, can you see me?
I'm locked in here against my will,
They tell me I am very ill.
It's just my eye that you can see,
I've been in here since half past three..........
I've been in here six hours so far,
I have to pee in a urine jar.
The floor is padded, so are the walls,
No one hears my plaintive calls.
I've been in here six hours or more,
I think I'll be here twenty four...............
Two days have passed, I know the score,
Injections - I've had four or more.
There's nothing here for me to do,
The nursing staff's a motley crew.
Two days have passed, I know the score,
I'm claustrophobic and I'm sore.
My head's a maze of mad ideas,
Of manic thoughts and paranoid fears.
They found me naked in the rain,
I stabbed a guard on a Connex train.
My head's a maze of mad ideas,
But no one sees my inner tears.
It's just my eye that you can see,
But as a child - yes, one of three,
Abused and used - to prison driven,
I spent a life with crime most ridden.
It's just my eye that you can see,
Two days have passed and now it's three............
(The padded cell has a one way eye viewer
for staff use..)
Joe Hughes visit joehughes.org.uk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-padded-room/
