I sit and pray at this concrete wall,
Losing reasons I have to stay.
Try as I might
I can’t turn the page,
Read and reread the same words
Pray and stare vacantly at the same wall.
If I were to get out
Would I be trapped in my head?
A room with no door?
When I close my eyes I still see the wall,
If my head is the cell, who can I call?  
Will I drown in the bottom of a well,
Alone in my personalized hell?
If no one hears my scream,
Does it make a sound?

ABOUT THE WRITER. This is Steven Leech’s first submission to WITS. Steven enjoys creative writing, particularly poetry, aimed at evoking emotion, which he has done with this poem. I think it also takes the reader there for a moment. Mr. Leech can be contacted at:
Steven Leech #13345628
Deer Ridge Correctional Institution
3920 E Ashwood Road
Madras, OR 97741