Shadow of Death

this poetry has a story ... u see i had a friend a few yrs ago who used to design amazing stuff .... he worked on something amazing ... a man sitting in a jail .. and it was dark .. and the only light came from outside .. but because he sat in the corner .. the light did not reach him .. so I was inspired to write these lines!!
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Sitting alone ..
in that shadow of death
Counting the tears
of lives that are stealth
the sorrowful tomorrow
the memory of freedom
All lost & hollow to this broken man ..
...... sitting alone ....
the cold hands of time
crawling on the high wall
ticking off the lifetime
of those bars that never fall
the once proud head
hanging on a twisted neck
a victim of today's ruler
oh twisted mind! what the heck!!
The soul has dried
the tears have cried
the veins are dead
there is no more breath
behind the bars
in that shadow of death.