Confined

emotion

The only sound is the pitter patter of water

i'm the only one in this cell, the only one.

I cant escape, i've already tried.

There are no windows, only a metal door with an opening to push my food through.

 

The thin cot matress did nothing to confort my aching cold body.

Only the dark voices in the shadows speak to me.

Telling me i'm not alone, that i will soon be rescued.

But will that be after i break down?

 

The food slot opens and a sliver of light comes through.

I quickly rush to it and speak to the stranger on the other side.

The person shoves my food at me and slams the slot shut.

I yelled for it to come back, not to leave me alone,

But the shadows envelope me again.

My food and tray slide to the far side of the room.

The voices fill my head once again as i pace.

 

Suddenly I scream, the sound echoing off the concrete walls.

My legs carry me to the door, my hands banging on it.

I scream louder, hit and kick harder.

Even though it does no good i still keep at it.

When there is no reply, I stop when there is no answer.

My tired and self batered body slides to the floor.

I look at my hands, they started bleeding.

Finally i cry, something I have never done in this confinement.

Falling to lay on my side, I stay there, hoping someone heard my cries.

 

I stayed there a long time.

I know because I fell asleep, i dreamt of nothing.

The sounds of running footsteps got louder, making me sit up.

When the keys jingle and the heavy clunk of the lock sounds, my heart races.

 

When the doors open, a beautiful man is the is a heavy vest.

He does not have to say a word, because i know he is my savior.

Here to take me from this confinement.