I sit in darkness day by day
My soul blows up and then deflates
I see the picture in my mind
Come out real and then unwind
The bars of this cell
Make me unwell
As I sit in this dark unbreakable shell
The guards here hardly think
They look at my body
Which slowly sinks
Once I’m taken to the box
The glass shakes but doesn’t pop
With buckets of water
Filling the sides
Hoping to drown me
But still, I survive
I feel a hand on my neck
Squeezing my life
But asks for no disrespect
I’m thrown back into my cell
My body is limp and feels repelled
He stares at me with no thought
Turning around so I’m left here to rot
(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson
(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson
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