The dungeon walls reek of despair
Floors wet and bloodstained.
Darkness rules over night and day.
Empty chambers that echo with misery.
Skeletons strewn across exitways
with no means of escape.
No sunlight, just dripping water like an underground
cavern, voices in the black.
Pray for death, but prayers cant escape this
solitude or depth of hell.
Closed eyes, gripping one last piece of hope.
Faith, happiness, God, all bleed out like
melting ice, until nothing is left.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a great read john good imagery, and word selection keep it up the work that is t