Barbed Wire Prison

They walked out

Living Skelton’s

Half living

Half dead.

They saw hell

Here

Tortured by men

Turned demons

By hate.

Some say

It didn’t happen

Even as

Tattooed numbers

Fading

On thin arms

Tell another story

Of torture

And attrocity

The power of hate.

They talked

Of darker moments

Of death

But they speak too

Of hope,

Even amidst

That paralyzing hate.

You can find

Light amidst

The darkness

They say.

They share

Stories

Both happy and

Horrifying in

The same breath

Stories of walking

Out