This was a poem that I had to do for my poetry class, as will most of my posts:
The smell of must invades my nostrils, as the sunlight hits my face like a strobe light. The bed sleeps down by the ground, while the television watches above it from a mahogany plain. Two skinny guardians illuminate the room, as night begins to fall, erasing the sun. A grimy floor and undersized window, reminds me of the small cell in which I lived before
