Scratching away
Marks for the days
Etched in stone
Along these walls
Ear to the ground
Praying for sound
To let me know
That all is well
Fighting for air
Cracks in the wall
Passing notes
Clasping hope
Justice will come
Love will prevail
To shake these bars
And break these cells
vampireweather 
a dark poem of chained lovers separated in 2 prison cells? that is the impression i got. a beautiful one. keep writing as you ever do.
i feel like I too an in a prison of my own. 😦
I’m so sorry Bella. I know things have been difficult. Perhaps a sun awaits the dark days for both of us