by Derek Rodman
Four Walls Four walls and a bed. Clear walls and sound mind A place to finally call mine Infinite space to reflect Think about everything so far How’d I ever get this far? Weight of my bags, I no longer carry If I unpack this place will become Four walls and a bunk. Cement walls etched with days A cell to atone for my regret Indefinite sentence Trapped until I’m better But my sentence was served I felt I deserved punishment But after years, I realize I’m ill. This place is Four walls and a gurney. White padded walls A place to mend my mind It’s chronic; I deteriorate Nothing troubling me anymore And yet, I linger Will this last forever? I finally realize, this place is Four walls and a coffin. Pyramid walls bury me alive My very own sarcophagus A tomb for me to decompose Embalmed in my crypt Forgotten name in a sea of stone What I’d give to be set free Wait, I see it now! A choice Four walls and a door.