When the lights flicker
When freedom fighters fight freedom
When the gallows swell
When cries echo
When groans linger
When tears splash
When the walls tumble down
When night reaches wide
When air is thin
When patience has stolen away
When the only feeling is hunger
When wind scuffs ears
When remains bake and crawl
When the moon glares
When answers yield questions
When hope is a forgotten
laugh
When a hand reaches out into nothing
When the cold beckons sleep
I’ll be there.
The Folly of Pen 