Kona

All I see day after day are these same white walls,
Or I escape from that room for a mere moment.
Then I get to run down the same halls,
Before being caught, dragged back, and served punishment.
I get to sit here, feeling my memories fade, while my mind runs wild and fragments.
When will the price for that one mistake finally be paid?
Maybe when my mind finally crumbles and collapses into its final madness-filled descent.
Until that day, I will sit and long for the earth's own lush carpet beneath my feet,
in my home that is lost to me, far from the cold concrete.​