Pantoum

"The inmate"

tik.tik.tik.tik. Time is dragging on

I watch the red arm going 'round and sigh

Twelve O'clock now gone

I'm trapped in my own my own sad lie

I watch the red arm going 'round and sigh

I wonder if my mind can bear

I'm trapped in my own my own sad lie

How on earth can this be "fair"?

I wonder if my mind can bear

When this ends? I do not know

How on earth can this be "fair"?

I would think it's better down bellow

When this ends? I do not know

Twelve O'clock now gone

I would think it's better down bellow

tik.tik.tik.tik. Time is dragging on

Title: The inmate

Style of poem: Pantoum

Inspiration: Being trapped in any situation. It was originally me not having an idea and counting the minutes until the end of the day but I exaggerated it (greatly)  to make it about the life of a prison inmate.