[U][B]PRISON POETRY[/B][/U]

I HEARD


Echoing voices, 1, 2, 3 and more,
I can't understand the sentences that they yell through their door.
I have visions of a jungle with all its inhabitants coming to life at the same time.
All struggling to be heard,
To make their statement amongst the verbal chaos.
Then silence for a while as though the voices are moving away,
Out of ear shot, slowly getting quieter and quieter,
Silence for a while.
Now it seems as though they are coming back,
Back along a long tunnel, louder and louder, they are with me again. Echoing outside my door,
Confusion,
Who is saying what?
The odd face I see in my minds eye due to previously being able to put voice to face.
I see them shouting through the crack of the door,
Desperately trying to be heard,
By whom,
I don't know.
They seem to have more to say at night than they do all day.
Do they save it for now to pass the time or did they forget to say it earlier?
Again I don't know.
It is the November 14th.
I can still hear the fireworks booming and clashing outside my window.
It sounds like I would imagine an air raid would sound.
My sense of hearing seems much sharper here as I have no sight of what lies beyond these four walls.
Screws voices boom along the landings
Where as cons voices all sound as if they are talking through their noses
I haven't a clue who is where.
One voice keeps singing a verse to "hey Carrie Ann" every five minutes
With
"Hey Carrie Ann, what's your name now can anybody play"
Maybe he wants to be a pop star, maybe!!
I'm sitting here alone in my pad wondering where my fate will take me.
Will I turn into a yeller?
A singer?
Or
Will I continue to write what I hear?
Who knows, time will tell.
Every noise creates a minds eye video play back.
A plastic cup dropping to the floor,
A pad buzzer going off,
First one light, then two.
Footsteps made by Dr Martins,
He said it was 9.30 before he went downstairs,
Keys in hand,
Through the metal gate on the ground floor.
I know what he was but not who,
Placing his cup on the metal counter,
It's probably his tea break.
All quiet again apart from the odd creek from the pad above.
Time I hit the sack myself!!
Goodnight!