My Prison

My Prison


my walls are closing in
illegitimate in my existence
the bastard son
of some other Kid locked up
in prison

don't worry
you don't have to listen
to the rants and rage

to many thoughts
to be written on this page
can't slow time enough
 to decipher
or sculpt  them
out of clay

i work a dead end job

I feel like a slave

just another lonely
pen jockey

with a daddy

locked

in a cage