FOUR WALLS TWO WINDOWS AND A DOOR ( Chapter 4)

Sitting here in my little prison which measures three by four,
for a crime I did not do, four walls, two windows and a door
I searched my mind to try and find what it is I did
it must just be some punishment left from when a kid.

The heat in daylight hours soars above the norm
although it does cool down a bit when there is a storm,
red ants all surround me and bite my arms and legs
my toilet is a plastic bottle which I place beside the bed.

My food gets delivered up to me every day and night,
but after this unknown crime I did, eating don’t seem right,
perhaps I should be breaking rocks in this solitary confinement
building roads or washing clothes or some other prison assignment.

There’s a Devil waiting at the door just for me to move
an alien from some strange land with some alien point to prove,
it yells and screams and carries on if I leave my pit
and when I mount the stairs again it spews a poisonous spit.

It only stands about four feet two with hair of gray like clouds
but when it screams all day and night it’s like twenty rock band crowds,
to leave my cage and face the rage of this filthy hate filled beast
would be to break the rules of sanity and risk my life at least.

Maybe when my time is done and when I’m free to roam
I’ll trade my stinking prison cell, for our prayed for happy home,
I don’t know how long my sentence is or what my time is for
all I know is all I have is four walls, two windows and a door.

Author Notes
This is Chapter 4 of my “Childhood Series.”  This theme is a bit unusual for me. it is based on a nightmare I had about my childhood, which was not a happy one. Thanks to Google images for the pic.

Copyright (c)2015 Rick Thwaites