The Room Poem by Andrew Evans

I sit in this room with the dirt covered wall
This room that you'll find if you walk down the hall
I sit in this room with my chair bolted down
This room that'll you'll find at the edge of town
I sit in this room day after day, week after week
Everyday my outcome looks more bleak
I start talking to my self within the first year
this is back when I once knew fear
I've gone mad they say
While all the while they put me away
In this room with it's dirt covered walls
This room that's at the end of the hall
This room with the chair bolted down
this room at the edge of town
Someday I'll be free
then they'll all see...