The Holding Room

There in this place dignity no longer resides

and tenderness and love are but casting 

evasive shadows,  the drunkard and apothec

druggie sit motionless awaiting reprieve, the 

killer’s estate now sprawls over some reserved 

strapped-down gurney; adjacent, lies an unlucky

child who cries for his mother in silence, altered by

reality and circumstance, five souls over, lies the 

greatest lawyer money can buy who now needs more

than any trial could ever acquit, beyond him lays 

the preacher who promises salvation through alms

only to himself; such a wretched lot on a rainy night

and the net is wide with its swipe; Anubis’ glare always 

guarantees and assists peril, the smite God never 

blunders, even the ermine can't burrow an escape 

from its fleeting grasp; this holding place severs

dawn from the night, injustice from righteousness, 

and death from life. Be careful of granted days, 

be wise to caution, and always travel to the light.