Prison Radio
Raymond White

 Each day in prison, my eyes pour repeated patterns of silent loneliness, spewing oceans into many years full of pain and sadness. Behind a captive window, I watch the winds blow north across the peaks of the hollow mountains, and then I become a savage, covered by dark rains of an unearthly inhabitants. 

My tears keep falling, creating distress. Beyond golden eyes of a lost freedom sky and in this world becomes a paralysis of mind when the wind breathes out I feel nothing but cold dreams of lost civil memories until the storm decides to blow further away Far away from my cage and ravaged existence. I am left with no other direction to turn