Lights Out!

"Lights Out!" The prelude to pitch blackness. The dark amplifies the whimperings and mutterings of the night. The overflow of reflection, of regret, of despair. The cell door shuts with certainty. A blunt reminder of being on the bottom; the ultimate failure. My head gently plops on the cool, hard pillow. My eyes get heavy. I drift off to sleep as I twirl the cell keys around my fingers. Maybe tomorrow.