Here, the beat of time
a darkened broken rhyme.
Night in night out
life’s cadence, pained-a quiet shout.
Tears can’t fall hind rows of wired wall
lives frozen . . . a timeless crawl.
Broken, wasted, lost-
boundless senseless cost.
Endless gnawing pain
it’s cadence matched by thin hope’s drain.
Tattered, torn so much the journey’s pawn.
Days come . . . they go.
Tick by tick the clock moves
yet so slow.
Too numb, too bleak to care
if hope is ever near.
Can this be but hell’s searing lot ?