Ahead of me faced a long hall
seemingly dedicated to blackness.
From either side, through closed doors,
I heard screams and tired sighs;
moans that betrayed an impatient anguish
and a longing for an end to life.
Nearby, someone tapped me on the shoulder,
causing me to look up from my newspaper.
seemingly dedicated to blackness.
From either side, through closed doors,
I heard screams and tired sighs;
moans that betrayed an impatient anguish
and a longing for an end to life.
Nearby, someone tapped me on the shoulder,
causing me to look up from my newspaper.