Confine Me

White walls stained gray Move closer, inch by inch, Day by day suffocate me. Mistakes of the past confine me Iron bars twist light Cast shadows by my feet. Tainted blue and black, The shadows never move Only take new form As the world outside changes, But never touches, This shattered place. Drop by drop rain Drips down the single pane of glass; It’s iron bars mock me I am caged. Hours melt as days eclipse, Seconds slip through bars; Perpetual light Encloses fate in this cell. Deafened by silence, Consumed by exhaustion, The chair waits. In a room with white walls stained gray laugh at the calendar pages- red x’s through the days. Two lefts and three rights From where I lie now One of a few will sit in that chair. Ever since that November day, The chair has owned me. Those faces haunt me Like iron bars They sign for my death, Unanimous in pursuit of the light, In the name of good Giving me to the chair.