Winter In Belnap 3

my second day in belnap unit.

there's a gigantic distance between
my comprehension, my disposition
and how life is behaving
outside my window,
tracing along the skyline.

i am a prisoner of decisions i made
which follow me around everywhere.
as if were like some
southern humidity
bathing my skin and
smearing all the sweat juice from my face
along my torso and ribcage.

i'm awoken with a responsibility
from the staff to get back on my feet.
each step is walking on young frozen
bone past patients left as they evolved
to something supposedly higher.

the scars i leave on the back of this
tissue box, i hope will extend like the slavery
of my freedoms to self destruction.

I'll plant food someday