For this week’s prompt, write an outside poem. And I encourage people to actually (physically) get outside if at all possible. Now, the poem itself can be about the great outdoors, but it can also be about other iterations of the outside concept. There’s, of course, thinking outside the box, but maybe just getting outside the cubicle or outside the bedroom, hospital room, depression, addiction, and our own heads. So like I said, I hope everyone’s ready to let loose and get outside their comfort zones. Let’s poem!
We get some of the newspapers in here,
Murders, Rapes, Robbery, Wars everywhere,
We are sheltered from life and its storms
We have gardens with flowers and green lawns.
I have been in here for thirty years
Many people have come and gone.
I live by the clock of routine
Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner then bed.
I work in the laundry here,
We get very little pay for our time,
On Wednesday we go for a walk
Supervised, in a very straight line.
We have been told our asylum is closing,
We will be free to enjoy life outside.
I have no idea how to cook or house-clean
We are thoroughly institutionalised.