Locked In

The bars are covered in dull rust
From the high up window sills
to the barren concrete floors
are dirt, grime, and insect husks
Months, by days, are etched into the walls
Skeletal sentinels patrol the prison
click-clacking up and down the halls
insuring that We stay locked in
manacles hang loose on limp wrists
The Accused starve in Innocence
The tangled way the truth twists
secures the slipknot to the villanious
Last breath left for coerced confession
to revive,  relive each endless moment
until the guilty have learned the lessons
of what has become truest torment

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