The walls are dull, like w o r n o u t knives.
Some lights are br
ok en.
You’re coopedup in a small room
For what seems like h o u r s at a time.
You’re bored to
d.e.a.t.h…
But when you think about lunch you
BURST out of your cell
Faster than lightning.
The warm, golden food looks SO good…
Until you realize,
It’s not supposed to be warm,
And it’s not so golden after all.
You don’t like it, but you ask for more.
But soon you find yourself right
back
Where you started, where
The walls are dull, like w o r n o u t knives.
Some lights are br
ok en.
And you’re thinking about lunch.
Gorzycki Middle School
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