A Place
By RBF
The walls extend for what seems an eternity,
yet there’s a claustrophobic aura to this place.
Cold and dark
You hear wails and screams all around
Voices that you can’t identify
But they are here
They are real
They are a part of this place just as much as you are.
Condemned souls
Condemned by a past similar to yours
Sentenced to live a broken life in a broken world.
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