Confined
There are nicotine stained barred windows
A mass of clouds are spoiling my view
And telegraph poles fade in the distance
They mark my road back to you.
There are seventeen years and I'm counting
A mirror marks my gradual decline
And a poet who sings for lost freedom
While we hum and nod with the rhymes.
There are those who slam the doors, smiling
All my letters are stained and been read
They try to erode my dignity
So, I escape back inside my head.
I have this normal wish to keep breathing
To become a free man once more
In my mind I walk out forever
As I pass right through that steel door.
