Incarceration's Abyss

There are so many trapped and tortured souls in this desolate place. We are ghosts, screaming for freedom, darklings, crying for light. Never sure how to grasp onto something invisible, without strangling it. Even before the cold bars made of murk and gloom there was no hope, only bleakness. Now "lost'' takes on a greater, deeper meaning for us here. Lost in the abyss of incarceration, groping for strands of liberty. Deprived of human spirit, Forbade femininity, devoided masculinity, By force at first, But by choice over time. Resisting may seem futile Do rebel my Sisters and Brothers, Insurgence is necessary to rise and revolt! But do not rise against "them", Rise against your darkness against your self hate, your intolerance of others, against your deep seeded fears. For hope my Friends, and the only way to survive this cage is to Grab tight the Light, all your Strength Hope and Love For it is the only weapon against The descending into the the Darkness of the Abyss