4. Poetry from Prison
Echols being kept as a prisoner for so long his captivity began to seriously weigh on him. He begins to use poetry as an outlet for healing and expression “For a split second today I could smell home. It smelled like sunset on a dirt road. I thought my heart was going to break. The world I left behind was so close I could almost touch it. Everything in me cried out for it. It’s amazing how certain shades of agony have their own beauty…”
One mans pain is another man’s pleasure…