Glass Box (Prison) Poem by Sebastian LeAir

Every morning, the same thing....
White bricks surround me.
The same pains from The ripping of muscle tissue the day prior, remind me who I am.
The same cry of the fool harasses my eardrums, the same way a rooster does the city slicker.
The same food offends my stomach with dissatisfaction.

Every afternoon, the same thing....
Plagued with the same deprivation of free-range as the day before, my mind wanders where my feet cannot, staring into the same white bricks that greet me upon my wake.
It is at this time I escaped without worry of prosecution.

Many minutes pass....
The crow of the fool arrests me back to the custody of my white prism.
Not for long....

Every night, the same thing....
The same assault on my body, disciplining it as much as I see fit.
The same self-righteous authority at the ready with chemicals electricity and huge egos if orders are not met.

In a place that most people feel as hopeless and melancholy, I am free!
I see a place of meditative possibility.
They may take my possessions, clothing, and my ability to travel outside a 5 ft radius.
But as hard as they may try, they'll never take two things from me.

My name and freedom of thought are mine to keep!