My Unstable Poetry

Prison of Sacredness

Prison is a combination of cycles

Stirring up the news

All they want to do

Is get settled down

The rave

There minds

And the cold metallic smell

Can cause different things

A girl walked up to the officer and punched him in the face

A boy scrambled to his feet, almost unconvinced

Then there was a little to no good teen

He did drugs and stomped the streets

Engravements there now

No one excepted

Him.

A girl who screamed all night

Was returned,

As well as the scraggly young boy

Many prisoners did there job, he refused

Every night he cried to himself, EXCEPT ME LORD

The flowers bloomed

Leaves dropped

Quarts of ice fell

Sun shone

They had no idea what he could do