Walls Of Torment

• Kayla Tompsitt, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2018

Strong shackles, tied around my rawboned wrists and ankles.
Steadily holding me to the remorseless, concrete wall behind me.
There is no light or shadows, no windows or candles.
The light at the other end of the ‘tunnel’, is the only light I will ever see.

Every simple motion I make, its' echo harshly penetrates the stillness of the air.
The pleasure of any sound, besides the ones in my nightmares, is a priceless luxury.
The gratification of any consciousness is exorbitant and rare.
The rules here seem simple, but are bitterly oppressing and bloodthirsty.

Every arrest is a death sentence, no exceptions.
The sound of a metal key turning, jolts the air with a startling, “click!”
I know what’s coming, I know their cruel intentions.
The remnants of life will be senselessly torn from me; I pray it’ll be quick!

The sound of metal on metal pierces the air, and the door screams open.
Heavy footsteps move across the ungenerously sized room; despair creeps over my skin.
I do not feel afraid anymore, because they are cowards, filled with mute emotion.
God willing, I shall shortly be reunited with my heavenly kin.