Some began to panic at the sound
of the slide of the lock.

Others began to complain of the cold
while I quietly wiped the dust away
with a few flips of tissue.

Now is the time when insight
becomes important.
Innovation and clarity take
hold,
for the evil men have left
you alone in a place devoid
of all things good to the senses.

The first man breaks as the
rude fluorescent lights become
dim flickering beams of hope.

Another moans as his body aches
for the Poppies blood ,
while a mad man screams terrors
at the demons in his head.

I found liberation in the
loneliness,
comfort in the cold.

And time enough to
mourn openly,
time enough to allow the tears
to fall where they may.

All within this place that's
not meant for emotions.