Another Friday night
chained to the bed
putting letters to paper
letters turn to words
and onto poems

Four white walls
and a key hole
gazing at my work
minutes spend staring back
seconds... and hours
that won't return
sentences crossed out
lines drawn through
these phrases keeping you near

Finally when the outside
converts to black
so do my walls
unlocking me
setting my mind free
to stay or go... and
almost every night
it leaves me
to wish you sweet dreams