She shares the shackles of mind
My darkness
The restlessness I still find,
The driving force of my pain
My darkness
The torture of my foul brain,
With fear and still so fearless
My darkness
My shadow lurking mistress.
Locking and unlocking me
My dark cell
Either way I am not free
Soul of cell.

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Caves of stone and steel, held me;
Muted times,
Iced emotions to feel, tell me.
Are you feeling as the bars
Iron lines,
Across my view of the stars,
Or feeling as my blanket
Thin cotton
Slows cold wind, but cant stop it.
Are you cold as the stone bed,
Forsaken
Where I rest my tortured head.
Endless time.

Gloom 99

Stone cold stew,
Greasy meat floats atop it,
Potato
And carrot,
Moldy bits sinks within it,
Brown and green
That's the meat,
One small bowl one every day,
No hard bread
And butter,
Just  bugs that might pass this way.
Crunchy bugs,
In the stew the meat's a slug.

Gloom 99

The coldness
Creeps down from the high window,
In darkness
Passed Iron,
Clouds dim the moons pale shadow,
Light taken
Cold sinking,
then flutters snowflakes dancing,
drifting in,
swirls and lands,
caught by eyes and hands shaking,
melts in hand
lost amidst cold stone hardness.

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Silent sitting stargazing,
Motionless,
Till the sun begins rising,
Then watching the light moving,
Steady slow,
Across walls, floors not  touching
Standing tall on his tip-toes
Feel the warm
a moment before it goes.
Falling hardly to the floor
Cold hard stone
Is his dirty bed once more.
Motionless.

Gloom 99

The march of feet approaching,
Strongly on,
The threshold many breaching,
Two sets of hands are reaching
Strongly drags,
Roughly outward he's dragging
Scrapes and cuts begin bleeding,
Thrown with force,
Down  stairs he goes rough rolling,
To hot irons  for burning;
Smoking flesh
To the bone it's searing.
No questions.

Gloom 99

Partial dark,
One eye open one swollen,
Mass of gray
Which is day,
Marked by himself in rolling,
Through the red
Where he bled,
Tossed dark into the darkness
Light shaking,
Day breaking,
Searing pain is now numbness.
What to do,
With first light returns the stew.

Gloom 99

Iron bound,
Hanging in pain on the wall
Off the ground
Stretching  down,
Burns healing slow by the whip,
Relentless
And endless,
Moans brought him a swollen lip,
Like the eye,
Food for fly
Festering wounds maggots crawl.
From outside,
He hears a songbird's sweet call

Gloom 99

Stretching time
Counting not, I've lost the days,
On endless,
Now countless,
Memories lost their ways,
A face fades
Soundless voice,
No longer was their a crime,
And plans made
Lack a choice,
Lost in the back black of time.
Existing now
Eternity in the days.

Gloom 99

Skin and bones,
Rash covered and bone broken,
One eye sight,
Weighs too light,
Through shattered jaw not spoken,
Missing toes,
Bash bent nose,
Twisted face from the burning,
Years alone
On cold stone,
A minds vision still turning,
A lost life
Still remembers child and wife

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No walking
Weak legs can barely still stand,
Unmoving.
No writing,
Broken fingers is his hand,
No pencil
And no will.
Lost teeth harshly pulled away
Now no voice
Now no choice,
Quiet in the dirt he'll lay.
Moans and screams
Haunted by the nightly dreams

Gloom 99

Through the haze,
Left with one eye still seeing,
The shimmer,
Walls glimmer,
Through which glides whiteness being,
In white light
Shining bright,
Ink black hair softly glistens,
Not a sound,
Pools of brown,
Speaks and my spirit listens.
Then away,
Left with the darkness to gaze.

Gloom 99

Days passing
And not even the stew comes,
Over bones
Skin tight forms
The makings of deaths last drums.
Scabs drop off
Midst a Cough
That shakes his devolving frame.
Fever brow
And somehow
He finds he's forgot his name.
Yet they come
To beat upon his life's drum.

Gloom 99

The feet come softly onward,
He hears them,
Unlike those before he's heard.
The steel door swings back away,
He see them
Shadows upon the last day.

No words spoke.

Carried, not a brutal drag
They clean him,
Given clothes for his old rag,
Spoon in some tasty warm broth
Honey tea
To calm his rough hacking cough.

No words spoke,

Sitting
woven carpet,
softens and warms the stone,
he waits;
the tormentor
enters, sits, and stares at him,
they wait;
as a brazier
begins to warmly glow
a single iron his alone
they wait.

No words spoke,

She enters,
His eye rejoices in sight,
Seeing her,
His heart again feels so light,
Hair so long
Dark like moon less winters night,
Her brown eyes
Pools of the earth's rich delight,
Standing there,
Soul glazed from her inner sight.

No words spoke,

While watching
From the side came iron hot,
Now sightless
Not hopeless,
Her image burns not forgot,
His alone.
Back to stone,
His cell awaits his return.
Door blocking
Not locking,
They'll be no lock to now turn.
There's no stew,
Death is all that's left to do.

Gloom 99