To Be Locked Up And Put Away Poem by Jason Young

The first day of the week,
Seven days of nothing at all,
I lay on my bed staring at the wall,
my bare feet and the toilet missing it's seat.

cockroaches crawl across the floor,
I don't jump anymore,
I watch them the same way they watch me.

I can't us the john,
Blow my nose,
Or sing a song without a guard taking note's

There's no clock
I never know the weather,
I open my eye's and see a blank wall going on
forever.

Killing me wont kill the beast,
The dark is it's friend and blood is it's feast!