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Voice: Unknown.
And now, adrift and all alone,
Life seems a far off echo.
I know that I am solitary…
A reed within a ghetto.
The floor is dark, the space is there,
But nothing seems to fill it.
No love, no touch of human hand…
I never seem to find it.
I’m dwelling in a…catacomb,
Entombed in dungeon chill.
The gates are locked, the bolts seem fixed.
It’s hard to find an exit.
My footsteps fall in leaden pain,
as if to say…..walk me away from here,
to never come this way again…..
Depart this penal void …
This chill marmoreal mausoleum,
And join again with bird and song…
and with distant humanity…..where…
I imagine I belong.
Kristine Byrne…. …poem … revised 2021
Illustration Shonagh Rae.