"Night Watch"
by WVPoetrygirl
You haven’t seen what I’ve seen heard what I’ve heard, done what I’ve done, On the Night Watch. While you are sleeping, far away and dreaming I listen for the sound of inmates scheming. The rattle of my keys, the clank of the bars. Footfalls down the catwalks set my nerves ajar. On the Night Watch eerie silence quickly fades, makeshift blades carve into a cell mates face, chaos reigns. Midway down the stairwell falls, the Inmate O.D.s, the C.O. calls out to his backup but, no help in sight, you’re on Your own ‘til help arrives – who will survive On the Night Watch. Another night, another watch, plenty of time to watch the clock, and these guys all they have is time, payment for their life of crime and me I stand for you with mine On the Night Watch. Written for my son when he was a Corrections Officer. To all the brave CO's who protect us on the Night Watch, we salute you! - Anita Elam FB, Instagram, Twitter: WVPoetrygirl
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This has great atmosphere! I like the sound imagery; it really paints the scene of being alone and being spooked by all the noises.
Thank you! Actually, yes, my son was a Corrections Officer in a prison and a lot of the imagery came from him telling me stories of some of his work nights! Thanks for your feedback.