Bound Poem by Martin Greyford

In a white painted room
Of a tall building
With about four hundred rooms
And about four story high.

We are all put on this
Black and white striped like pyjamas.
Men and women alike.
All in different rooms.

Some are put two in a room
Others all alone like me.
I'm all by myself
Talking to my shadow every day.

We just meet with each other
During lunch time and when there is work.
Failure to that, we'll all be locked
In our rooms all day long.

It's a tall building
Maybe I lied of it being four story,
For my room seems to surpass
That height to about hundred meters.

Sitting all by myself
Counting the passing of days
And marking them on the wall,
Each and every day doing the same thing.

Bound with chains
Like a fiece animal
That could kill or devour people
If let loose by the owner.

It becomes lonelier at night
When power is cut from
The main switch and
The room becomes all black

I mean dark.
You can't see your shadow anymore,
Like it is during the day.
All you can see are your thoughts.

I'm anxiously waiting
For the dawn of justice to rain on me.
Then I'll be be set free and be
Able to do things normally.

I'm tired of walking with chains
Even if it's to go to the restrooms
I have to go with them.
Every movement I make

I'm still bound to these chains
Like a dog in leeches.
I wanna be free
Totally free.