Three Walls And A Door Poem by Keith Foley

I have three walls & a door,
So dreams are dreams to dream no more.
This lid is tight, no air to breath,
Wishfull desire, get up and leave.

Twelve steps it takes, to shed this place,
Seven steps I have, this seems my fate.
I must survive, what else can I do?
Hoping one day to quit playing the fool.

A fools what I'v been, now paying the price,
Man vs man, and man becomes mice.
They toy with your mind, when your weak,
Expected to take it and turn your cheek.

My will they can't break, cemented in God.
Living inside my head, seems so odd.
But odd is the place I find myself in,
Releasing the past, so I can win!