Weldon Davis

Silver Star - 3,969 Points (8-16-80 / Fayetteville NC USA)

Cell Door - Poem by Weldon Davis

Cell door
Looking out
Not guilty
A lot of the same old same

Guards come and go
Shift change
A part of me is content
A part of me is enraged

The cell block is a buzz
Young cats
Play spades
Talk on the phone

I just wanna
Stay in my room and sleep
I just wanna go home

I don't know anymore
2 years almost
Behind this door

Mind bleed
Soul cry
Late night thoughts
Take a look at life

A trusty trustee
A hypochondriac
Somebody's musty
No D.O.
Just B.O.

What's wrong with people?
The judge sees my case
Continues it over
My friends are at ease
So much for being soldiers
Of fortune
Can't afford to drop me a dub
For canteen

Not hate'n
Just state'n
Just waiting
Just patient

Waiting on the day
They let me out of here
Out of this cell
Through that door
To the loving arms of freedom

Topic(s) of this poem: insight, prison, social injustice

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem was written in Cell #224 in the HBA block of the Cumberland County Detention Center...I had been there a while and it was starting to wear on me a little..Poetry was a outlet for me to vent and in a lot of instances helped me stay mentally sane

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 11, 2016

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