Dark Days

This story is about how one is blamed for something he has never done. I wrote this story to show what all those homeless orphans have to suffer.

Guilt such a common word to phrase but a punishment to feel. Where am I? Why am I here? These thoughts still circle around me, in my cell, my world. This darkness: my friend, my enemy. My day, my night. My life, my death. My joy, my gloom. My entire life reduced to darkness. The happy life that I had found after searching for years sentenced to prison just like me. I’m only 11, 4 foot 7 inch, how could I do a crime?

Without a name I roamed the streets in search of an identity. I had no name, no home, no parents, no status, no meaning. I was just a weight upon myself and others. The sky, my shelter. The ground, my bed. Dirt, my blanket. Stones, my pillows. No companion. No love. No sympathy. No mercy. I was left as I was. A weight upon the ground.

But a gruesome alley changed it all. I earnt a name, a home, a status, a meaning. I found companions, compassion, love. I no longer felt a weight upon myself. I was among those who understood me, were like me. But that didn’t last long. One move changed it all. One night, destroyed it. Darkness started it and only darkness can end this.

The night slowly crawled on gradually making a path for the sun to shine once again. I slowly sat up. No dream came to me. The floor, cold. No light, no sound. Heavy breathing echoed around me. I was in a prison cell. Locked. Caught. Punished. But for what?

The hearing began. No lawyer, No witness, No victim, No proof. Those children gone. My life once again a joke. Orange clothes welcomed me. My cell ready. No mercy. No sympathy. Dreams crushed, life ruined. There is no escape, no freedom.

Everything returned to as it was. I’m only 11, 4 foot 7 inch. No name,no home, no parents, no status, no meaning. A weight upon this world. Darkness my love, darkness my life. This cell my universe. Earth, a dream. I’m only 11, 4 foot 7 inch, but now a criminal.

Author's Note

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[Coyote Poetry]

A sad ending for a young person.
"Earth, a dream. I’m only 11, 4 foot 7 inch, but now a criminal. "
Some people are born with only the possibilities of a dead-end or prison. Honest tale led to honest ending. Thank you my friend for sharing the powerful story.
Coyote

[makoy]

Hi there! I must say you painted the canvass very well. You create a world and makes no reason every reader won't let in. This is a wonderful piece. It makes me wonder a lot. I love the mystery!

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So many heavy words in this piece by the heaviest have to be "A weight upon this world." You have captured the perspective of a homeless child, wandering through this world in a repeated cycle. Such tragic truth in your lines. A great write.

[SCRIBBLER]

Thanks for taking the time to write such a thoughtful review.

[sereenaoutloud]

this is a fantastic piece that had me straight away and left me wanting more. It makes an impact and i instantly started to feel for the 11 yr old and all he went through. Well done scribbler...just brilliant!!

[SCRIBBLER]

Thanks Sereena. Appreciate you taking the time to write a review.

[Jemma Packman]

This is captivating. It would be an excellent prologue. It has left me wondering why this child is in this position. Great work. :-)

[SCRIBBLER]

Thank You. I might work on it later.

[alf]

Hi Scribbler. This is a remarkable story and I think, so very well told from the perspective of an eleven year old. You have paraded his perplexity so vividly, and his understanding of the outcome, if not the process. You have given you character emotion and bewilderment, and to cement his status, you have given him acceptance. I loved this. I so felt compassion and anger towards the 'system', so I feel you have written a well scripted piece. I am relieved you have not resorted to over-embellishment, this gives a truly authentic atmosphere to the write. Great work!!! alf

[SCRIBBLER]

What a deep and thoughtful remark. Thanks

[AaronFreitas]

"The hearing began. No lawyer, No witness, No victim, No proof. Those children gone. My life once again a joke. Orange clothes welcomed me. My cell ready. No mercy. No sympathy. Dreams crushed, life ruined. There is no escape, no freedom." I loved that entire paragraph my friend. Sometimes days are dark with no sight of light... excellent work!

[SCRIBBLER]

Thanks For such a great review. I'm so honoured.

[Perkele.7885]

Dark days indeed! Where is this story set, it's venue? This would help me understand the law of the land! It is hard to comment reasonably well without knowing the infrastructure of the area where the story is taking place. The story is terrible where ever it is happening but, it is not something that is commonly done to 11 year old children in the United States.

[SCRIBBLER]

I really haven't decided where its set. Its probably set in a place where the justice system is really low. Thanks for visiting.

[Linda Mey]

A very touchable piece of work. Very imaginative and strong. Even for such a short piece you managed to depict the character's journey. I could say there is a good idea to develop. I encourage you to keep working on it because it could be a brilliant short story.

[SCRIBBLER]

Thanks Linda. I might work on it later.

[Kousika]

Great story.. I can feel the small child's sadness. Greatly brought the lines..
Your repetition gave a good rhyme to the poem..
it looks similar to my poem "A small angel being orphaned"..
Please see to it and review..