Walls

How many hours more would it be, till the inevitable happened? He stares at the walls surrounding him, and helplessness stares back at him. The engraved scripts appear to shed tears, as words get blurred with the saltiness of truth.

He tracks time on international clocks, with a faint hope that he will find a way to break open the door and escape, before…

….Law takes its own course.

innocence inscribed
on thick walls that bleed stories
darkness of the soul
struggles to see light - just once
to let them know he once lived

https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/02/15/tankatuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-261-2-15-22-photoprompt/

https://dversepoets.com/2022/02/17/open-link-live-february-edition/

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