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