THE PRISONER

It’s cold, space small, no window, time passes

Questions spiral through my mind

Reflections of life, habits, questions not asked, stories not told

Gate keeper arrives, doesn’t speak

Leaves food and water at the door

Now I know time of day

Very tired, bed of stone, body aches, block out pain, won’t cry

I think it’s raining, room now cooler, no blanket

No pen, no paper, no book, only thought, must live

Room is silent except my thoughts

I hear my heart, feel my breath, want a bath, no shoes

Gate keeper peeks through key hole

Don’t cry, bones broken, can’t surrender, I pray

Days pass, lose count, but alive

Days more, don’t know

First day of dawn comes, blinding

Friendly touch, how simple can’t explain

Laughter, explosive and welcome

My spirit never broken

Forgotten not

Now free

I with new shoes!

VinceS