Poetry ~ Empty Prison Cell

by Omega Maverick on 2018/02/07

Soiled clothes do rot.
Scalding, folding, bought.
Washing, trying, clean.
Life’s marring unseen.

Wish better days.
Thoughts coming gaze.
Now just a haze.

Neutered, muted, wrong.
Life’s sullen song.
Something gone long.

Sitting in the stalls.
Breathing in the faults.

Falling broken bones.
Slithered withered tones.

Echoing in this…
Empty prison cell.

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