Inside A Cell

I stand in quietness of an empty room
Peeling with age within in its dark interior
Musty smell lingers of many come and gone
Who once stayed their time
I close my eyes I can hear their voices
Shouting to one another through walls
Only a barred window and door they look out
I stay only long enough to take a picture
Before I feel invisible hands may want me
To be a part of their past too

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