Brenda Hyter Smith
The damp cool air made me shiver to my bones, as I stood in the middle of a jail cell that was now my new home, my eyes full of tears I felt scared and alone.
Scanning the cell to find a place to lay my head,
my eyes focused on a cot in the corner
that was now my bed.
Weary and tired I didn't want to think, I closed my eyes tight wishing for a little sleep while trying to ease my tormented mind quietly waiting for the sun to rise.
The time was drawing near for prison guards in full r