Alcatraz

we talked about alcatraz in social studies and i thought it would make an intresting poem

the room grows darker and darker

the air wet and musty

the floor so cold

your thoughts grow old

the brick dampened by tears, maybe blood

small window on wooden door

the darkness u cant ignore

one word crosses your mind

confined

within a day you become lost in time

no light to tell wether its day or night

no morning chirp of the birds

or silent humb of crickets at night

just you in a cell confined