Four walls and me,
Four walls a fistful of pills and me,
Surrounded by silence,
The silence that reminds me me myself and I.
You’re never silent,
The voice that never stops,
The endless alarm that disturbs my slumber,
You rattle round my brain in whispers and shouts until I scream.
Then I’m heard,
Outside of this box,
Outside of this cell walls have ears who swallow my words,
And even photographs in frames refuse to listen,
Because I have no voice.
- by Wayne Roberts