Detained

Four walls in tired grey
and neurotic light.

Nothing left to see,
with nowhere to turn.

Wet cement smell beneath
the constant whirr.

Is this forever, the end?
Where has the world gone?

Rattle of beads follow
a shaken, mumbled prayer.

Without knowing distance.
Without knowing where.

Four walls in tired grey
and neurotic light.

detained

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