Prison Poem by Phillip Erb

My watch is broken, all the electricity is gone,
The batteries that powered the obligatory skeletons
Of technology are dead – neglected to the shadows,
Buried beneath the dust of a graveyard underneath
The bed.

Three years ago I was alone
Three years later no one’s home
But me – three days now without sleep
I miss the ghosts I visit in my dreams
My eyes are bone dry and open wide
The hours are short, the minutes take
Days at a time when you wake up
And realize you have gone blind.