Answers always evade us

I write equations on the wall in my own blood
Spreading my genius across the confines of the small cell
That binds me, but it doesn’t matter that I have the answer to everything
Nobody listens

The food lies on my tray rotting away, but it’s ok because
Geniuses don’t need food. What’s the point in food when you have the answer to everything?

Every so often I’ll try and spread my learning
Rising to my feet with blood running over my stomach and dripping down my thighs
My revelations echoing down silent halls and still cells
They are all stunned into silence with my genius
They have long stopped telling me to be quiet, you loony, you’re keeping us awake

But my brain will not allow for sleep, churning over as the complexities
Of life are revealed to me and only me, for who else could possess such intellect?

Occasionally the dumbness of this place unnerves me, for it should be alive
With the inane chatter of those condemned, like me, for life
But a call of ‘Can anyone hear me?’ is always answered with a rustle or a tap tap tap
As someone applauds my intellect.

The rats have taken the rotting food because the guard is under orders to keep it there, for the stench to make me suffer and the hunger to drive me insane
Even water is denied me, slime forming on the top of my jug that has been there for many sleeps

I’m running out of space but I cannot clean any of these equations away
Here are the secrets to curing cancer, erasing the common cold, immortality even!
I don’t have enough room for the final one and I need to write it down otherwise
It’ll claim me and I can’t go yet the world needs me the worlds needs me to save it from itself I can’t go yet so I’ll write on myself and then when the outside world remembers that something was here once and they come to investigate then they’ll find the answers to everything

Can anyone hear me?