Cold Nights
The hard rough couch,
The cold of the night,
The door swung open by the wind,
The smell of hot beer,
The confusion,
The terror-oh the terror,
The sound of leather,
The heat of pain and of my shaking body,
The yells of a sadistic man,
The cry of a mother,
The cries of a child,
Confess,
Confess,
Confess!
I didn’t do it,
But I say I did,
Confess for peace,
The peace comes.
A chair,
A door bolted,
A single blanket,
A cold night,
The warmth of a dog,
The hard floor,
No more pain,
Its peace…