counting bricks, Poetry by lee pettengell

sitting in this cell of mine counting bricks to pass the time

800 and 9 or was it 10 shit ill have to start again
paced the floor a 1000 times from the bed to the chair
just aint getting any were
out the window freedom calls
across the yard over the walls

Genre: Prison, Depression, Loneliness

counting bricks

by lee pettengell

sitting in this cell of mine counting bricks to pass the time

800 and 9 or was it 10 shit ill  have to start again
paced the floor a 1000 times from the bed to the chair
 just aint getting any were
out the window freedom calls
across the yard over the walls
but the bars i cannote budge
freedoms there but out of touch
so its back to counting bricks again wish i could stop this silly game
but its that or think of you like i always seem to do

 

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