Home – An English Sonnet
copyright 2016 Jimmy
So far away from home my Sanctus Santorum;
Surrounded by many, yet so alone.
Forced to slumber on foam wrapped in decorum;
Encaged with snoring beasts, sleepless this zone.
Tossing, turning angrily between sheets;
Late the evening, early into morning.
Exhausted, at last comfortable between sheets;
Dawn has arrived, sun up time to get going.
Body heavy, sleep cut drastically short;
Administration keeps a tight schedule.
Indifferent of myself and cohort;
Keepers only care to maintain the ritual.
Tired alone, how I miss my dwelling.
Stuck in Prison, constrained to this living.