My Own Prison (part 1)
Submitted by LostBoy on September 02 1999 at 02:55:00
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I was alone, in a dark, cold, lifeless cell. A constant drip in the darkness was the only sound around. The very air around me was cold, and sent chills up and down my spine. Shackled in cold chains by my sin, my heart begins to burn with guilt, shame, and regret. Tears began to fall down my face, leaving traces of white in the dirt and grime that had accumulated on my skin. In all the physical pain my body must have been in, all I could feel was the pain in my heart. The very presence of lonliness filled the room, or was it death, the two are so closely the same. In all my despair, I said with in myself and in the darkness that surrounded me, "Truly this is what's best, for I am nothing. I deserve this." And as I sat there chained on the cold stone floor, I buried my face in my hands, my shame, and began to weep like one who had lost all hope. A new sound now filled the darkness, a clanking. No, now it was a clicking sound, a thumping at the dark wooden door of the cell. A cry from the hinges rang aloud as the door opened. Golden light pierced the darkness and shadows like a knife. I could feel the warmth of the light on the back of my neck, but my face remained buried in my hands because of my shame. I thought for sure the one entering my cell was there to codemn me all the more because of what I was, because of what I had done. |