Cellmates

The bars are cold in my hands hanging low
I stare at the floor wondering when I can go
Back out on the street walking tall and alone
Counting my steps like chalk marks on a stone
Marking down the days how long I’ve been in
Waiting on the Warden for a new life to begin
A tiny room with scratch marks on the walls
Survival at best babies crying down the hall
Trapped and forgotten by days just killing time
The room is divided up between hers and mine
Laying on my back sleeping in separate beds
Ten feet away eating all the shit I’ve been fed
Over the years and under the storm clouds rain
Soaked to the bone but something has to change
Wondering what lies just beyond the rusty gate
Tied by forgiveness holding on for heavens sake