retribution

If I could reach back into those days when I was just a boy on a farm in a simple town I would, how foolish I was to think I wanted more, when I had so much, now there is nothing I would not give to be back there, with the cool breeze in the summer and the thick snow in the winter. It is the only thing keeping me going as I look around in the tiny cell they keep me in diaods screw straight into my bones, I stopped wondering years ago why it doesnt hurt, I can remember the pain of all the surgeries, they keep you awakeonly God knows why, take me apart only to put me back together again, I wonder if anyone back home still misses me if perhaps, there even is a home still waiting. From time to time ill see others like me, prisoners in this strange place. I have made 642 escape attempts all cataloged in my mind so I can remember what not to do the next time I try to escape. It's almost like a game that we play,see how long it takes before they can catch me. They always do and they probably always will, each time they operate something in me changes, sometimes I am stronger, other times smarter, why improve me only to keep me couped up in some cage. I just want to go home. The doors open, after being sent through the same routine over and over countless times I get on my knees and put my head to the ground with my hands behind my back. They dont come for me instead someone else is thrown into the cell with me. Its a girl she is only a child, younger than 10 older than seven, with blond hair, she appears to be wearing a night gown, they dont say anything they just throw her in,she slides across the floor, I may be broken in spirit but it doesnt stop me from trying to catch her and break the fall, she curls up into a tiny ball as I try to hold her and comfort her, I havnt spoken to anyone in so long iv actually forgotten how, the only thing I can think of saying is.
Its going to be ok.