Trapped (Iss) Poem by anthony colon

Trapped in one room
Only one window and chair
Not a word is to be said
Or else they’ll rip out all your hair
It’s like a maximum security cell
They monitor your every move
Don’t even dare to lay your head to rest
Trust me they are not there to soothe

My time here has almost come to an end
Just waiting for those doors once again
My actions took me to this place
This place of hatred and utter disgrace
It’s just not the place for me
Because as long as I’m in here
My mind will never be free