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By Tony DeLorger © 2014
Dim steps, pallid smiles, mind twisted into senseless questioning,
the cell door closes in thunderous metallic closure,
and severed contact, lingers with a forceful shove,
alone, in darkness, tormented arms outstretched and threatening,
the mind shuts down, panic lost to surrender, letting go of breath.
The heart beats still, in compliance rather than want,
and in the soul, life cringes in abject terror, unenviable possibility,
lost in a maze of foreign cement boxes, sealed in and key forgotten,
life wanes from will, falling back into a vast cavernous abyss,
where prospects are rare, despair only resides with articulate erring.
On the floor, in the corner, she sits, the cold hard walls pushing back,
reminding her of her circumstance, her lost cause, her guilt,
regardless of truth that cold capture resides in fractured blue,
where no heart can hope, even dream for anything better,
instead, to languish in the pain of reality, hopeless, beaten and gone from herself.
Each day begins as it ends, in absolute hopelessness,
trials of staying alive just daily torture in this cockroach infested hell,
thoughts dare not emerge, for fear they will be trounced and therefore lost,
so a steady stream of numbness prevails, less invested the better,
and she walks on, holding her heart in her soiled hands.
One day that door will open, and light will fall freely on a face unaccustomed,
yet will that light be felt, after darkness has etched a scar so deep,
and a mind so driven to cower in shadow, can it be once again,
can it forget enough to find life and smile with conviction,
I hope dear God she can, for no soul deserves this fate, this totality of ruin.