Walls of Glass

As I sit in my sunroom, I watch the squirrels climb the trees. And smoke my cigarettes, As I please. I hear my parakeets, Chirp away. And ponder my issues, As I pray... Dear God, Why have you forsaken me? I'm interrupted by dogs barking, Which I cannot see. The community has branded me, A broken man. My only friends are oak and holly trees, Which I watch them stand. The smoke gently... Fills the room. Have I a future, Or am I doom? I see fallen branches, And freshly cut grass. Though my mind is filled, With societies wrath. Can Jesus come, And save my soul? Or am I alone, With all I know? I now pace around, As I hear and feel the cars. Dogs barking again, Both near and far. In life all I wanted, Was a hug. My bare feet are cold, There is no rug. The universe and time, Are moving fast. While I'm trapped here, In these walls of glass. 3-September-2021