One Hundred And Twenty-Seven Days

Sent down by higher authority
guilty as charged
low self-esteem hitting rock bottom
fasiciousness over ruled by rules
my hands bound by shiny steel
set free in a concrete jungle
witnessing these lines before my face
animals flail around within the grey walls
they have seen my type before
the type that does not belong
but here I am broken down
in my worst surrealistic nightmare
as names are being sprayed in my face
yet the calls go unanswered
they prepare me for shipment
the cuffs linked tightly around my wrists
the shackles around my ankles
restrict the taken for granted flow
the thick chain dragging the ground
with every little dredded step