The Lost

The chair slid back and all I heard was your cast,
How the whole place shook as I heard it drop,
The pin needle of your pain,
It was so intolerable as we huddled in this cell.

I asked for mercy when I was placed here,
Pushing and shoving in the dead,
Brute looked and spat at my entirety,
My feet could not budge, but he made me fall,
On rotting and putrid grounds,
I asked what made life give me these days,
But the pack of people lost there prayers many months before,
As I wiped off the tears unto the floor.

This is the bottomless pit where people arrive,
One's who are always lost and never alive.

They threw me in with the rest,
The dirt and steaming nudity of the depressed.