New Arrival

The first night

It's late at night;

Cold and oppressive.

The clang of the keys,

The hellish screech of metal gates,

The heaviness of the foot-steps,

Reverberate in the darkness.

They awaken.

They stare out like caged animals

Through the small grilles of their cell doors.

All that can be seen is their eyes

Silently following each dreaded step.

Both frightening and frightened.

Who will they be

When the morning comes?

Reviews

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

Chilling and dark. I was on the other side of the cells as a prison nurse. I never wanted to know what they were "in" for because my job was to care for them, no matter what they had done. I sometimes wonder who they became. Nice work.

[radio raven]

So very interesting, particular thanks to that last line.

[Jock Engelman]

Brings back memories for myself from my days I spent on the inside. It was brilliantly disturbed and dark, it pulled me in faster than anything else has so far.

[Rogie-Dodge]

(Hugs) .. thanks. It's something that stays with you.

[Brittany Zedalis]

Chilling..Brilliantly written. I enjoy the darker side of poetry and this is one of my new favorites.

[Shaquana Adams]

The ending was excellent. Dark, but brilliantly penned :)

-QuanaWana

[A. Amos]

Compelling and enjoyable read. Well done!

[Vidya Bacchus]

Interesting RD,Makes me wonder as to why and who are those caged .

[melissa]

Great poem keep up the great work and keep sending me more to read i love reading them

[Sami Khalil]

Darkly written but for caged animals who want to be set free. Bravo....