Though it was commodious
It's a room of lush flashbacks
Flashbacks of weaker days
Recalling the vision of terror
Blindly pacing thru memories


Which Left bites of Pain
After breaking the cactus pots
The High crib shackled as prison
Wooly cot welcomed with thorny grass
Fabrics wired the myriad of limits

Howls of breeze screamed high
Ajar doors sealed with tight locks
Voice shook with shock
Flesh skimed with probing horror...