'Voices'
I can hear them.
Their sorrows, regrets, hatred of life.
It's here within these walls.
Trapped, caged, unable to move on.
Empty cells full of rage.
No will, no love, no hope.
Death is called upon.
I can hear them.
Pained, tormented, tortured souls.
Songs of suicide.
Blades, shanks, a noose of rope.
Behind rusted bars.
Solitarily confined.
I can hear them.
© Kandi Blaze Cooper (image and poem)
