Trapped, suffocating, dying from the inside out. Walls close, hope slows, the end: only god knows. Now, all is a black shade of black seen by eyes permanently shut. I am in the prison of my self.
How horrible it is to be surrounded by stone barriers made of skin. Memory is a torture chamber. In the distance, sweet sounds of the delicious nature of nature echo. But hey are out there. Ahhh out there! If only I could once again see: green grass, blue sky in morning and soft sunsets in evening. I’ve decided hell is not merely exclusion. It is exclusion with the temptation of inclusion.
And it wasn’t long ago I found myself included in such a picaresque life. Oysters opened to pearls of wisdom each day. Happiness settled into my soul like a blanket dropped from a skyscraper. Often, I wandered into wonder with ears ready to hear and eyes awakened. But not today; I am a prisoner now. Arrested by my mind and sentenced to loathe life. Always, I will ask when I committed the crime to receive such a severe sentence, but incarcerated I remain; trapped, suffocating, dying from the inside out.
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