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Reginald Manning #320-223
1/29/2020

Last Night
By: R.J. Manning

Last night I cried.
My tears encapsulating bad dreams and abandoned hope.
My view shingled by prison bars.
I hear the world, blind to its beauty, society blind to me.
I’m the ever present memory, forgotten but forever felt.
It hurts, a pain buried so deep it should be eulogized.
The bars rattled when the cell doors shut.
The darkness was splintered by the tangerine light from the guard’s tower.
I was alone, so last night I cried.
The tears trekking my cheeks, encapsulating my fallen spirit.
Small puddles of regret formed at my feet.
I wailed into the void, called for my remorse to show itself.
It didn’t answer.
Contrition is just Novocain for the sinners.
The convicted seek clear eyed atonement with heavy hearts.
Our transgressions no longer obscured by the haze.
My heart is the heaviest, equal to the weight of my lost soul.
So last night I cried.
The bars rattled when the cell doors shut.
The darkness was splintered by the tangerine light from the guard’s tower.
Small puddles of regret formed at my feet.
I wailed into the void, called on my remorse to show itself.
It didn’t matter.
I slept under the cover of my sorrow.
I awoke to the glare of the sun, shining off the steel of my enclosure.
I stepped into my condemnation.
“What did you do last night?” Someone asked. His prison face staring into mine.
“Nothing”, I said.
This morning I lied.