I was standing in a prison.
I was standing in an abandoned prison.
And took this picture.
When I looked at the little screen and saw this image
It struck me.
I wondered about those men who stood long ago where I freely stood now.
Would they think my curiosity odd?
When they could not-
I walked in freely.
I walked out freely.
I looked at this image again.
How many of us stand within our own darkness.
Our own confinement.
And cannot, will not, choose not,
To walk out.