Invisible Prisoner

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Footsteps silent on the still air
Tensing and bracing for
The next step

Acrossing into another thereshold
Moans of the despairing
Screams of the mad

Heathens line the cells
Filthy, unclean inside out
Do they deserve their fate?

Hate filled glares through bars
Downcast eyes staring at the unseen
Crumpled corpses on cold cement

Does no one care?
What of their families, friends?
Do they themselves even care?

I long to help these prisoners
Heathens, once young and free
Temptation led them astray

I place a hand on the cool metal bar
Or attempt to, at least
But my hand passes clean through

Alas, I the lost spirit
Damning beautiful eternity to walk
These corridors of suffering souls

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