NaPoWriMo 2013 poem number 10 written for the daughter of a dear friend.
BABY IT’S COLD INSIDE
SHE USED TO BE ABLE
TO SPEND HALF HER DAY
SAT AT HER TABLE
OUTSIDE THE TIME CAFE
WITH A CAPPUCINO
AND A ROLL UP CIGARETTE
WATCHING THE WORLD GO
HOW MUCH BETTER CAN IT GET?
SHE’S TRAPPED NOW
BY THE WHITE COATS
SHE’S TRAPPED NOW
BY THE WHITE COATS
SHE WANTS TO GO OUT
LIKE SHE ALWAYS HAD
SHE WANTS TO GO OUT
THEY SAY SHE IS MAD
KEEP HER LOCKED AWAY
IN THAT WAY THEY CAN
LOCK HER WELL AWAY
IN COLD COMFORT LAND
SHE’S TRAPPED NOW
BY THE WHITE COATS
SHE’S TRAPPED NOW
BY THE WHITE COATS
THEY TOOK HER FREEDOM
WRAPPED IT UP IN RULES
RULES OVER FREEDOM
FROM A BUNCH OF FOOLS
SAY IT’S FOR THE BEST
FOR HER PROTECTION
IT’S THE VERY BEST
FORWARD PROJECTION
SHE’S TRAPPED NOW
BY THE WHITE COATS
SHE’S TRAPPED NOW
BY THE WHITE COATS
BABY IT’S COLD INSIDE
BABY IT’S COLD INSIDE
Copyright: 05-03-2013
harri seeing red 