I’ve stared at the door <br />Till my eyes have gone sore <br />Rubbed my nose and I’ve picked it <br />Rolled it round my fingers and flicked it <br />And when temper comes I press upon the bell <br /> <br />Sat staring at the walls <br />Till conjunctivitis in eyeballs <br />Sat staring at the floor <br />Watching ants and keeping score <br />Nothing else to do inside this cell <br /> <br />Like a tiger in a cage <br />Fighting boredom fighting rage <br />Like a dog tied to a rope <br />Chasing his tail but with no hope <br />Round and round till I’m not feeling well <br /> <br />At three O’clock I’ll use the phone <br />Just ten minutes for a moan <br />About prison and seclusion <br />No rehabilitation just disillusion <br />If no answer then I’ll stamp my foot and yell <br /> <br />All day laying in a bed <br />Fighting demons in my head <br />Fighting terrors in my brain <br />Going borderline insane <br />How long will I last who can tell <br /> <br />Might send another letter <br />But won’t feel any better <br />Might write another poem <br />But creative juices just aren’t flowing <br />Because all I care about is leaving hell <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(c) varey 2013<br /><br />Gypsy Boy Varey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cellular-confinment/
