Jail Cell Poem by kay smith

No one around to hear my midnight cries
No matter what I do or what I say she thinks I’m telling lies
I’m stuck looking at these four blank walls
Twisting turning time ticking slowly
I look out my window to stare at the bright pale moon
Hoping that at any moment soon the sun will appear
To break me from this sentence of horror
No matter how much I try to escape the door seems to be further and further away
I don’t know how much more of this I can take
One of these days I will break free,
But it’s all just a dream, I’m sentenced to death
I don’t know about the rest
I sometimes feel my life is a jail cell