Places

There are places I have stayed, that holds the deadliest among all sin. Crossed between a daycare center and retirement home, survival is essential to begin. Once in the system, a number is the body taking up space. Under watchful eyes of towers, cameras, and correctional officers, unable to leave without a trace. Diamonded fences surround the perimeter with razor sharp wire, cursive in circular design. Uncomfortable setting it can be when there's no room to hide. Buildings constructed with concrete, cold in their natural state. It's architecture was built to keep the animals secured from escape. Once entering confinement in the chains from transport, routine to follow without dispute. Severe consequences was the discipline, in case of ones who refuse. There would be an escort of three to four authority, covering each side as they guided to what's known as "the hole." Darkened area with barely any light, living without the use of clothes, naked like a mole. Segregating was an excuse, distancing influence not to inflict. Pretending to be suicidal, a few words it took to do the trick. Satisfied with the results, stripped, and issued a smock. That's what a turtle suit is, velcro strapped while being miserably hot. Places like this, the mind is more useful when playing smart. No room for emotions, let alone involving feelings from inside the heart. Difficult it is to deal with procedures when paying off what's due in time. A reminder of the past this is, as I leave it all behind.