*my Room, The Lock* Poem by Daniel Richards

I’m in a dark quite room, with a
Lock to keep me in
I pray for death to come soon, an
End to the pain held within.

I’m locked in this room to keep
You all safe and sound
I take drugs too much, to keep
Thoughts from racing round

Locked in with a friend
All alone, except have a friend,
But he must leave
So I can make amends

Why the lock is friend and foe
Keeps me safe from you and you from him
The room is now so filled of woe
The lock must keep me in