The cell wall didn’t feel like her skin

the coming night held no mystery

 

Just the sound of clanking routines

to punctuate the misery of solitude

 

It was not like the battlefield

where he could satiate his emptiness

 

Long nights of nothing rescued by morning

when another kill would replenish his reason

 

Here the unwanted new day brought unlocking

forced association without a worthy enemy

 

Her touch replaced by seething hatred

the red brick rough and bloody against his fist

 

The desert was an open cage of confinement

in this new place rage seeped through solid walls

 

Some men could cry he could not

his old life had already forgotten him