Lonely Walls

When I was incarcerated for a year :X

These lonely walls

Have changed the way I feel
Only the same meal everyday

Sometimes I want to cry to kneel

I want to be more than a man in orange

I feel like an old toy put away in a storage

Being fed this daily pour-age

Being here makes me so sour

Life's too short to be wasting all these hours

These lonely walls won't stall

One day I'll watch my son ride the Carousel at the mall

Reviews

[sette]

there is no greater price than freedom, every time we commit a mistake it just shows how human we can be we learn from it and we try not to commit the same mistake again but we are not perfect. the beauty of the poem boils down to the realization that we are not perfect but we want to change for the better.