LETTER TO MY LOVE

A prisoners story of... missing his love!

        It's Friday, 12th September 1997 The time; it's just past five o'clock, and the song, ‘England's Rose’ has just finished playing around the world.  It's a fitting tribute to our Princess, that the worlds' radio stations send music — as one — through space, for everyone to hear, and understand, the loss of such a gentle soul!

 

        Darling, I feel so alone not being with you.  How I dearly want to feel your warmth, and love in my arms.  Missing you, loving you.  These are feelings that fight within my heart.  I hunger for you so much, that if not fed, I will die!

 

        Standing here on the landing, I look out of the window, and through the bars that contain me.  The sky is a brilliant blue.  The afternoon sun lights up the trees.  Its leaves, green with warmth and fulfilment, softly sway in the warm breeze.

 

        In my saddened eyes, a tear forms . . . I think of you!  A feeling of; deep emptiness engulfs my heart, it beats only enough to keep me alive.  I look away from my tree that's framed by the barred window, to a large hallway, with small rooms leading off.  Almost halfway along the left side on the ground floor, is where I now sit.  My room, my cell... empty of love and warmth.  It's a cold room, with a small barred window.  Standing on a chair, I look outside — to another wall.  Looking around my: empty, cold, unloved cell, a thought passes through my mind . . . “Bollocks, It's my turn to clean the toilet in the morning!”

Reviews

[mysticgmekeepr]

Wow you had me recalling how very sad indeed I felt at Princess Diana's tragic passing and then you turned me on my head and made me laugh...clever and well done I must say. I felt both to the core.