My cement walls are as cold as the feeling I get from you.
This hardened stool I sit upon embraces me as the women I loved holding me losely and close from the ground.
My eyes bounce as the precive the rain drops dowm my cell window. They are only as trapped as I am finding no support but just to be absorbed and turned freee to fall again. My mind is calling to me I can't answer because the thoughts of you are to eminse. I've sat on this chair for far so long I've wondered what year this should be.My tears have formed a puddle on the damp floor which has reflected my face only to see my redend eyes and the loneley look of a pale face that has forgot how to recive love.