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

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