In a police cell I live today
with fellow criminals
who may know not, as I do,
why we’ve been locked in.
Zoom in tales so horrible
from lonely, dark rooms,
maybe hellish than this cell
that we freely move around.
I see one’s feeble face
illumined with a single hope,
with a dire desire to die,
holding a loved one’s hand,
and with a faint, farewell look.
Copyright © March 28, 2020, Newton Ranaweera
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