POETRY MENU!!! TORTURED SOULS...

The tortured souls
Dressed in rags
On silent feet
Yet grinding bones
Shuffle walk flit fly
Around
Me

Their souls are chained
Cuffs and locks
They make no sound
Yet wail and moan
Lamenting wailing moaning
Around
Me

They twist and fly
Always leashed
Like captured birds
Yet wilder still
Waiting seeking wanting
To be
Free