Clicks, clatters and loud noises, are the uncomfortable
sounds reverberating throughout the building.
I’m awake now. It’s 4:30 A.M. The brief quiet of the night has succumbed to the daily pandemonium. The initial perpetrators, of this unbearable noise, are located just three doors to the right of me.
The men in green have arrived and with them comes even more resounding noises; Relative to the loud rattling of their many keys. I assume that the greens have at least one key for every trailer home, in this small prison industrialized town.
The morning meal has started and the green suits are at cell # 29. This cell is occupied by a man called “ Spider Man.” Spider Man, too, is a main contributor to the early morning noise. He’s been here over 22 years.
pushing 60 ( sixty) years old and expresses a deep hatred and has a huge
disregard toward the greens.
The vulgarly spawned words continuously echo from his cell, throughout the day and night.
This man is a tortured man,
This man has a tortured mind,
This man is a tortured soul.
How did I get here?
How did I get so close to darkness and
How did I become number 65012?
How did I become the occupant of this cold
Dark and lonely cell, in Ely, Nevada, Super
Maximum Prison Facility.
I have never in my life claimed or portrayed myself as a perfect person. But, I am ( not the man) that this state has portrayed me to be! Write me for a great opportunity.