Title: Whispers In The Wind Writer: James Urbino

The cold wailing wind with its haunting echos bouncing off the walls. Coldness surrounds my heart as I listen to the whispers of the wind. To ward off lonely memories, I pace my cell and indulge in pushups. There’s no escape from the solitude, which binds me, my journey has taken me to a barren landscape of pain and lost dreams. Oh whispers in the wind speak to me. Like an eagle I wish to soar above it all, to take in the beauty of everything that’s good. Precious rain could wash away the filth of my existence. I see the young enter this beast of confinement with arrogance and false pride, yet it is obvious that a wall of protection is being put up. The smell of fear lingers in the air, with sounds of keys and clanging doors. Voices thru intercoms dishing out orders, like robots we move to the drum of the tick tock of the clock. Oh whispers in the wind speak to me. As I gather my senses for another day, I pray for strength and stability to nourish my brain. A society within cold gray walls, where the rule of thumb is based on respect and weakness is the road to grim realities. I listen intently as the wind bears down its song, it sings to me alone, words that warm my soul. "Whisper's in the wind speak to me"

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