Down the spine
of the spineless
creeping past
the darkened doors,
broken dreams
and tired minds
having less
but wanting more.
Charred remains from fires gone,
Scarred marks from keeping score,
Cracks running down their length,
Backs broken under weighted floor.
Wraiths shining
through hollowed eyes,
deep the cries
of lovers lost,
pushing onward
against the walls
crushed to dust
and final cost.
Softly spoken the whispers come
Oftly taken deep into night
Eyes close to accept sealed fate
Sighs escape without hindsight.
Dreaming darkly
for darker thought
seeping slowly
through wire mesh,
Hoping tightly
and holding on
the only seed
of seasoned thresh.
