Tortured, Trapped and Concealed

Tortured, Trapped and Concealed
In a world that dies slowly
No imagination, No life to live
Scratching at the locked door
Screaming for an escape
No resistance to the light
But no windows shown
Only black clouds cover
The bursting orange sun
Grabbing at hinges
Clawing at walls
Broken and bleeding bones
Tear streaked and dirt smothered faces
Stare threw the crack under the door;
Tortured,
Trapped,
Concealed