Prison Cell

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
If you look at this sideways, it looks like a key...rather ironic, right?
The thoughts of a prisoner as he sits in his cell, waiting for death.

Submitted: January 23, 2008

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Submitted: January 23, 2008

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Time has stopped for me.
The pendulum no longer swings.
My clock no longer rhythmically ticks.
The markings on my wall are endless.
I’ve lost track of time in this Cell.
Is it day?
Is it night?
No windows, no calendars
No way to tell.
Stuck her mercilessly.
Stuck in my Prison Cell.
There’s now way out of this Cell.
I can’t breathe anymore.
I can’t even eat.
I just lie lifeless.
I just wait for it to stop.
I just wait for life to end.
Ignore the jailer who comes with food.
Kick away the water.
Clay pieces scatter the floor.
Grab a piece and mark the wall.
One more day added.
One more day lived.
One more day I wish hadn’t happened.
Lie on the floor again.
Stare at the ceiling again.
Welcome the darkness that engulfs.
It’s finally over.
Now I can rest.
Finally…
Over…
Now…


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