Imprisonment

The place is dark,

My heart is too.

I see people, gaunt,

I’m afraid I too,

Will end up like you.

 

 

The reek of death

Hangs in the air,

 

Like the thousand souls

Probably floating there.

 

 

Alone and secluded

Cut off from the world.

The fear is tangible,

The horror unfurled.

 

 

No comprehension

Of deserving this fate.

If we ask any questions,

It will be too late.

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