digging out

i'm in the hole again.
lock down, solitary
confinement.
I feel the rats
slip past my body as I lie
in a curled
bow.
there is little light,
less food,
or water.
no human voice, or touch
comes near.
i'm being punished again
for things
I haven't done.
I can hardly wait to get
back to my cell
to dig once more,
to tunnel out with a
wooden spoon.
to be free once more
from this cage
i'm stuck in.