Footsteps silent on the still air
Tensing and bracing for
The next stepAcrossing into another thereshold
Moans of the despairing
Screams of the madHeathens 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 cementDoes 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 astrayI place a hand on the cool metal bar
Or attempt to, at least
But my hand passes clean throughAlas, I the lost spirit
Damning beautiful eternity to walk
These corridors of suffering souls

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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...