Thanks, Majie! Glad you liked the little girls running through the field of flowers.
Choices Made
The dawn rose, with silent grace
but no light fell on the prisoner’s face
Locked away there in that dreary hole
awaiting eternity’s long running toll
Black stone walls, and iron bars cold
a chill and lonely place to grow old
A single moment rash, and foolish bent
and a future wasted, a chance is spent
One was lost, and now another waits
both to suffer, victims of their fates
The bitter truth, no one won or will
and how steep the cost of the bill
A small room to age, in paying the toll
a shuttered place, for a sad and brutal soul
A wasted life, filled with hard strife and woe
watching time tick away, so very, very slow