Last night was worse.
Had to walk every 15 minutes.
Not sure if the pain or the frost hurt more.
Slipped into a deep, black hole every now and then.
The pain in the bruises or the shivering woke me up.
When the guard pushed me, it felt like I’d slept a week.
Locked that bed straight up and left.
They don’t talk down here.
Some comrades came back after a week, some later.
They all looked like crap afterwards.
“YOU HEAR ME?! I WON’T!”
Need to find something to do, need to use my brain.
Head still hurts from that bump against the grid.
A warm shower would be nice.
Singing might help.
Trying to remember songs.
I just got one, one single song is left.
“...Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they asked me if I knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes…"
Wondering what it sounds like outside the cell.