Sorrow

A nightmare I tried to capture on paper.

The room; the black, stoic thought,
Two bodies, gaunt, pulled and taunt.
Confused, defrayed, torn apart-
Motions, notions, devoid of purpose.

The sight, a tear, bloodshot eyes,
Two minds, blind, tepidly sighs.
Weakness, bleakness, lost of hope-
Closed, deposed, two lives so disposed.

Shadows, gallows, swinging steel,
Darkness, soundless, distant and listless-
Bound, chained, forever refrained.