Handwriting

His handwriting grew smaller when he was starved

Battered and jagged after he was beaten

He defiantly wrote though that was his crime

Not knowing if anyone would ever read it

Yet, he had no desire for immortality

For he knew his life would soon end

Words were the only things still under his control

He played with them as cruelly and daringly

As his captors toyed with his life

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