Missing

Looking through the bars,

my mind starts to wander.

To the recent bloodshed wars,

and to my life that has meandered.

Thinking about the suffering of a million,

searching for a mother, a friend;

the sky is black, leaning towards oblivion

everyone knows that it's finally the end.

As my nose takes in the damp dirt

and my eyes follow the dark clouds,

the metallic taste of blood is in my mouth

and I hear a metallic sound.

The door opens, and a shadow walks in.

It then hits me - the fact that a new life will begin.

I am led through a passage; the walls withering

this is the day a Revolutionary will go missing.