I really don’t know what is wanted from me concerning this blog. I am told it is some sort of diary. I am to write things daily of my world of the “caged”. Man has been caging man for oh so long. It’s nothing new. One can endure and try not to let themselves wilt. He can fight hard, hard against thoughts of the destructive mind, against losing his true soul.

I know at times I have become one with a loose and lost soul. A soul from a galley slave. His spirit enters me… I am there, pulling at the oar, chained to it. As I pull, I look through a small port hole. I see water, I see some of the world. I know death is on the horizon, death is the only freedom.

When one pulls on the oar, when one walks prison halls so very long… it is the same. Yes, you can call me a galley slave. Now in my 24th year, that soul from the ships slave comes more and more. I breath hard when it enters me. I stand tall against the wind. Even when the gray steel door slams closed and laughs. I back up, stare, and know how life can be bitter sweet.

With respect for this site and those making it possible, I swallow this bitterness… never getting to the sweetness. I pen, hoping that from my words, that those that read, will know not to back away when some ugly-beaten soul wishes to enter you. Befriend it, know it’s tears, but, never, never fear it.

I subscribe myself, George Martorano

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