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.
