Poem for Day 016 – 20150116
Tap tap tap on the prison wall,
fellow inmate, take my call.
sounds cross barriers to speak within.
Small notes left in the toilet stall,
heartfelt scribbles between lost ones,
passed in secret to be read within.
Bird fly high in the sky,
seen through my window on wall high,
world seen for me as I am trapped within.
Rough sheets, cool floor, steel bowl,
world shrunk to confines at arm's length,
and still I feel you touch me within.
More of a number, less of a man,
defined by past actions, not what I am,
I am still a person, if only just within.
© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.