POETRY

Home

As I sit in my cell and watch

The clock tick down, my time

In here I do not dwell in

Misery or madness but I am glad

That time is moving so fast instead

of standing still. For the faster

It ticks and tocks the faster

I will leave these locks they

Have on me and be free

With open arms and familiar faces

That day I will give my praises

And be glad to go home and

Say goodbye to this place of

Brick and stone and never

Again will I be alone.

By Kanietoton

Toto’s Swamp