Through a mesh above the window sill – a poem

The only fresh air I feel,
Is through a mesh above the window sill.
I hear the bird song and the breeze.
Even felt the sun on my back with ease.

But I’m so far away from it all.
Locked in here waiting to fall.
And it is getting harder everyday.
To find a way through or another way.

You see, I have plans of a kind.
The type others don’t like to find.
So I am sectioned here.
Not able to leave, to go anywhere.

My mind is as noisy as fuck.
The complete opposite to a rubber duck.
Voices I hear, and clowns I see.
Even the television talks to me.

Visiting the circus has not been fun.
I have even heard the sound of guns.
Trapped in here I can’t get away.
And it only gets harder everyday.

Thirty minutes outside a day.
That’s all I am allowed by the way.
Staff watch me everywhere.
An escape is no where.

For I am locked in here, against my will.
You must understand the struggle is real.
The only fresh air I feel,
Is through a mesh above the window sill.

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