Three -- an old school poem

An old poem I wrote freshman year in college.  I was cleaning out some old stuff and ran across some old 3 1/2" disks.  Unfortunately I erased some of the ones that may have had more poems on them before really looking at what their contents were -- including a poem I won money for senior year in high school.

I'm not sure what I was writing about, but it is still a decent poem.

Three 

In that place i could see

seven stars in the sky

    i had designed

    my own prison

    then something happened

         the walls disolved

         and the sky collapsed

I’ve never known anything so great

as that feeling

            the kind so bad

            you wouldn’t wish

            your worst enemy

    once you feel it      though

       it’s different

            you wish it to anyone

            anyone -- your worst enemy

            even your best friend

    and you mean it

    crazy thing is

            you always knew this

                    you meant it

The walls are gone now

and taking another look up

i realize that really

         one’s a satallite

         two are planes

         and another a paint splash

                on the window

                from when i redecorated

In this place

             i    can    see