at the edge of town

 

if this isn’t prison then I don’t know what the fuck else is

White walls, locked doors

and all of us immobilised, segregated

cordoned-off from the world

tucked neatly away

at the edge of the town.

 

When the night comes

which it does so quickly

The clock hands spinning

with my heartbeat

and the room dims

the corners black

It is then that I feel

so alone

in the dark

on my own

again.