A Short Poem

From dry wall to dry wall,
Ceiling to floor,
this is my cage,
My cell,
My bore.

Simple and small,
Almost alone,
Curled up in a ball,
In the place I called home.

From dry wall to dry wall,
Ceiling to floor,
This is my cage,
My cell,
My bore.
If only I could remember..
How to use a door..