The Gaol

At the old gaol there was a rusty cell door creaking,
I stepped inside and sat on the cell bench,
I closed my eyes and there was a man sitting in front of me.
He looking young but with a tired look in his eyes.
He was sitting there in rags, staring at me
but when I happened my eyes he was gone.

So I closed my eyes again.
He got up and turned toward the locked door.
He set foot outside the cell.
Tall men surrounded him, hitting the young man brutally with truncheons.
There was blood covering his body.
He look at me pleading, I wanted to throw the tall men off his body.
It was too late.