Locked Away and Never Sentenced-

As I peer down from this concrete tower and out onto this city I call home... With its concrete sidewalks and the people who seem to stare endlessly into an empty abyss. As they each clamor to gain a foot hole in this never ending ascend climb to the top of a mountain that never seems to end. This concrete slab were I reside, which has become my prison from within, a jailhouse sentence by my neighbor who only aspire to become a drug dealer or smoke some weed... Truly they have become the cancer to those trying to survive from day to day in this concrete place we all call home. Eating away at their souls and the very fiber of life…Here in the very bowls on her belly I have immersed myself into a fictitious existence in an attempt to dilute my mind of any awareness of my current condition and the fact that I sit inside my own home, were I have become the prisoner. This place I call home, has now become my jail cell without even being sentence. Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor Copyright ©2008 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor