The cell is quiet once again
The world has rained it's sadness upon my chest.
Time for him
in this condemed
nation is almost over.
It's bitter sweet fruit I reluctantly swallow
As it's forced down my soul.
A reminder this day
the forces display
their power
And remind me how insignificant I am.
Alone I dwell in the house of the blind,
connected to one by proximity
And the rest by thought.
Let not my pain strange the joy
Of time moving and exhibiting its change.
For my brother's time
And mine
Is almost finished.