Ruins

Within the ruins
Of a tortured cell,
The cries await
In prolonged anxiety.
The release so sought
Flowing to make its mark,
Trampled under footsteps
Beset upon in dark.
Life goes on
Without a look back,
To take with it the souls
Once left to bear again.
No reprieve from which it is
Deserted, and made to die,
Tormented to the crux,
Defiled, and left to rot.


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