A Prisoner's Dream For Freedom
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The cave descended down the alley,
My feet a burden of lead;
The stone walls-an envelope of dark,
Where shadows don't help.
The leather whips came lashing down,
With my skin a holy red;
The shape of my bloodied feet,
Imprinting the cave bed.
My rat-eyes squinting around,
Beholding a pinch of hope;
Though no way, not even a crack,
Carried the escape door.
As the last blow came crashing down,
And my knees buckled and fell;
The whip-carriers left me there,
Moved on, without a backward glance.