how many bricks

a small tiny room

surveillance cameras

pointing fingers at me

check me out

strip me down

i took nothing you see

sign your name here

whats your name there

critical judgements of disbelief

shiny cold bracelets

a cold empty seat

why were you doing this to me

one phone call

250 for bail

gonna be an hour? here sit in this cell

one hour, two hours

387 bricks

one toilet, one window

two blankets, soft and warm

angry yelling

get the hell out of here

what did i do

where did i go wrong

i didnt do it i say

but inside scared

of a bigger meaning

about to take over in the end

Reviews

[Ramya]

This is too good. You can definitely bring out the mundane with an amazing flow. Simple and a lovely read.

[I Shred This Cabbage]

a small wound growling.
very nice.

[ATG]

A very well written poem that was a captivating read.