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.