cold of heart

The coldness of the walls,
against his hands reminds him
of the place he is in,
with the plate of sand they expect him to eat.

The bible underneath his bunk bed,
and the sound of screaming 2 cells down,
thoughts of her run through his mind,
as her words are still strong as ever
running through his mind,

but she saw through everything,
every scheme and he let her know to much,
let his guard down,

and now rats,
scurry across the floor
eating the crumbs left over
from his hard biscuit,
and un-compassionate soul
placed on his plate,

When he gets out of this place,
this nightmare,
the only out is his pen,
writing about the poems
they would read if he was in his
comfortable apartment,

and yet,
his poem is about her
the woman who put him here,
all the memories,
and her texts across the screen,

she is clueless to his whereabouts,
and he whispers...
"I love you" to the wind,

but the truth is
she cannot hear him with her ears,
except his one hope,
her heart and his,
that she can hear him,
with her heart.