Today is the Day I die

This poem explores the psychology of prisoner before his death, not a normal prisoner or criminal, but a man captured for no reason...........................................

Today is the day I die.

“So” whispers the silence,

“So,” whispers the stone,

I am the prisoner of the ninety-sixth cell,

where life is a slower form of death,

Once, there were many voices here, 

but now the walls remember them more than I do.

I do not know the hour of my capture,

nor the sin that earned these chains.

Time dissolved before I could name it.

Memory abandoned me like a coward in the dark.

Each day, I hear screams of horrors

not human anymore, those felt like souls being unmade,

One by one, they were taken from here.

As if existence were a stain, 

and they were being wiped from the world.

The thought of my turn does not bring terror;

it brings something worse: a fear too vast,

rooted to deep to escape.

Today is the day I die.

Not because I will be killed,

but because I will fade,

we who remain are no longer people,

not even prisoners,

no longer names,

we are a single word without meaning,

a silence wearing human skin,

a name that the world has forgotten how to speak

Author's Note

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[Elsa 123]

Hi!
I just read your story and really enjoyed it, your scenes are so vivid and easy to imagine.

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