Tuesday, November 8, 2022

Jesse Pinkman

Rattling of chains echoed in my ears,
while the cold hard floor brings comfort.
Brisk wind moving the tarp above the
iron door ever so gently,
in fear of being noticed.
At certain moments, I lost track of time.
Dried blood on my face, excruciating
pain. The only signs I was alive…

The only feeling that I can feel.

Memories slip by like the soft waters,
little me walking around the house.
Climbing up the bench to the window,
looking out into the world of freedom.
Grass was green and the trees
waved so peacefully.
Sunlight brought life to everything
it touched. Then it all disappeared…

Pain ensued and the chains around me.

My mind didn’t wander into that place,
escaping reality. Trying to think of something
else. Pain holding its ground, as the cuffs and chains
dug into my skin.
I had no hope, but none were lost.
Maybe it was never there.
As I lay down on my back
and looked above…

Hoping the pain would all stop.