By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to WRITEPHOTO – Slit
Hosted by KL Caley
Days hot and long
How long, unknown
No stone to mark the walls
Not a single straw to mark a year
High above a slit
Days pass by and nights
Slide through it without relief
Hands grow gnarled hair is thinning
Bitter loneliness arrives
Depression anger disbelief all
Left so many nights ago unmarked
Somebody anybody know I’m here?
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