Encased By The Cold Walls

Encased By The Cold Walls

By Ben Smith

Encased by the cold walls,

I weep in my seat.

No places to hide,

I don't want to eat,

My cold chicken sandwich.

Sitting alone while all the eyes stare.

In that chair I feel so bare.

Sitting alone eating my cold wet meal.

Encased by the walls,

I have no where to escape.

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