I am housed in dreary walls.
They glare at me each day, high windows and locked doors –
No way out.
I must stay in.
I do as I am told – I eat, sleep and do the job they gave me.
And if a door is unlocked, I make sure I come back.
Writing tips from Dave – follow the rules or break the rules – you’ll have a poem either way:
• This is a free verse poem, where you don’t have to count syllables, create rhymes or have standard line lengths
• Mine is written in the first person and the narrator appears to be trapped
• He or she seems to live inside this place, but it doesn’t feel like a home, it feels more like a prison