Stuck in Walls

Restricted to this solitude,
stuck in three walls
surrounded by four,
with a single small door.
Silence fills this room while
the only noises heard are
the clicking of outdated technology.
But I hear freedom ring
just outside the white-stained barricade
as sounds of music travel to my ear
through the lone entry-exitway.
Their melodies tempt me to break free from this hell,
for its fury is an outrage
while I silently scream for help.
My chest aches and my muscles tense
from anger that is lost trying to find an outlet
within my silence,
for voice is now the only appeasing way to cry
to vent this internal experience.
So I sit here, solitude,
only a sliver of the way through my day
as I ask for something simple to do.
Someone give me a task.
For boredom is capital punishment
when you're surrounded by people but all alone
due to a lack of ability to communicate
with a person who sits closer than an arm's reach away
who you don't even know
but now long to meet
because they could be your only hope
at getting through the day
as their extensive experience with this situation
tells you to push.
I now live not for today or tomorrow,
since it will be the same,
but search the bare room
for the knowledge and strength
to get me through this organized stupidity
even though I took care of getting here without
assistance from others.
Its day one of four in this dreadful place,
but in theory, these days should be
relatively short when the scheme of life
is incorporated into the equation.
So its time to wake up from this grim state of mind,
and help myself,
the only person who I can carry on conversation with.