Sore

I am out of the infirmary.

No one visited me,

I’m still sore to the touch.

I have made some enemies,

they are crude men.

It is unimaginable,

to be spending five years

in their company.

There is no news on my appeal

court date, the law is grindingly slow.

Meanwhile, I must protect

my precious skin. With money.

I have one consolation.

My son is out there, thinking of me.

I have had a letter from him.

It is so touching.

I almost had some tears.

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