My Cell
by
Melissa
creative-writing personal-narrative prison-life
Day after day.
Hour after hour.
I sit in my cell.
Beyond my power.
My emotions running.
I feel like collapsing.
The fear within.
Not knowing what tomorrow will bring.
The sentence that lies before me
Brings many tears, sorrow, tremendous mourning.
Of the time that lies ahead.
Within four walls of the cell that I sit in.
Notes
Massachusetts - August 13, 2010