And then there is the secret emotional turmoil the prisoner refuses to talk about. The emotional and mental anguish that pounds on him day and night like a hammer driving a nail into the depths of his soul; the tears he cries late at night in the darkness as he lays down on his metal bunk staring at the wall feeling shame, guilt and regret, thinking of a family he once knew, a life he once had; the immense longing he has for the affection of a woman, the laughter and joy of youngsters playing and all of those little things the world takes for granted

Damn.