he falls down  on the corner
and tightly hugs his knees on the floor
i could hear his firm grip and scratching
of his nails as it gnaws on his flesh
the thumping of his fists on his head
and the friction of his scalp when he hits
the heavy octave of his voice suffering
while it vibrates down to my soul
his heavy breathing and the splashing
as his cheeks slam into his arms
with every step closer i feel the cracking
and the coldness of the concrete tiles
so i stop to speak soft enough to comfort him
while asking what was wrong
but heard none of my words as the room
was filled with echoes from the boy
the room gets darker, the echoes grow stronger,
the boy's figure gets blurrier
at this point all i wanted to do was get out
but i see no doors, no windows
i see no light, no furniture, no sink,
no holes, no ventilators, no switches
so i lay down to calm myself, breathe heavily
as blood rushes to my chest
the back  of my hands are on my cheeks
and i try to stop it from shaking
and now my eyes, they feel so heavy,
my face is feeling numb, my lips tight
the damp on the back of my eyes are breaking,
and my soul seizes to exist
i want to scream loud enough
expecting it to break through the thick walls
this prison is cold, dark, and lonely
with nothing to do but wait for the light