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.


Massachusetts - August 13, 2010