I sit in this prison
Which was once my home,
Four walls that try to confine me
While my thoughts roam,
From the outside, my window looks like prison bars
Yet they are my only escape.
I stare out and look at the street,
Everything so desolate.
I spend my days on a piece of metal
Looking to see if anyone’s doing anything special,
But what seems like hours ends up being only seconds.
It is now that I realize the need for the outside world.