Texas

"Reach Me" © By Roberto Rodriguez I can still hear the scream, and silent whisper of faces never seen. Behind cold walls memories of dreams somehow lost. Surrounded by steel beam madness unseen, evil intent administrators, perpetrators, the accuser of man... Separation, degradation, medicated souls. Tales and stories untold... Standing on the outside faces with no traces leer... Existing on the in side of my cell door. A mother's child. Looks to the creator the power to restore... Reach him, teach her, a mother's heart implores. Though the window to my soul I keep closed a message in a bottle begins to unfold.