I gaze out the common window, for mine is forever blinded.
A chain-link fence.
Barbed wire.
How hard would it be?
My impetuous thinking gets the better of me as I scrutinize the chain-link fence.
I imagine my surreptitious escape.
Then I remember the chain-link fence.
The abasement of my situation causes my lachrymal mood
And I am forced to snap to my reality
My exasperating inevitability
Of the chain-link fence.
Rancorous to the world, I carefully depict
The intangible creatures stuck inside not only my head;
They are trapped with me
Inside the chain-link fence.
Stuck in the white cinder block rooms smeared with blood
A desolate prison unto which I am bound
By not only my mind, but the brick building
Guarded by the anathema of the chain-link fence.