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WHAT BECOMES OF THE BROKEN CHILDREN
16 Feb 12: Day break, the sun starting to shine through my cell window, birds are stirring and the cold that the morning brings emanates form the concrete walls as I struggle to convince myself that it is time to wake up, time to start another day in this hell that is my reality. How did this happen? My tortured soul is crying out for someone, anyone, can you help me, can you hear my pleas? am I all alone?.... My eyes seach around the cramp confines of my confnement, after so many years I should know every crack and crevesse in these walls ad yet I search as if for the first time, my mind trying to come to terms with what my eyes are seeing. I refuse at first to accept it, I fight with every ounce of my beong, this must be a dream? a horrible dream that is but a fleeting torment for some thing I may have done. Then as my breathing returns to normal and more daylight shines unto my cell, the truth slaps me in the face like a shock wave, is that a tear running down my face?
Perhaps, but then my eyes lad on her, her picture is on my wall, I stare a ther and then I reach out a hand and gently run my hand over her image....I begin to feel calm. The sense of feeling alone diminshes, a comfort steals its way into my heart, inot my soul...."Corazon" I whisper...and so begins another day...
i'm Paul Behind the Wall.....
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