Solitary confinement allows for no human contact.
Solitary confinement makes it difficult to tell one day from a thousand others
Solitary confinement is a prison within a prison.
Solitary confinement allows a man to be continually surrounded by misery.
Solitary loneliness is a slow, merciless, silent killer.
My name is Solitude.
My birth name is Richard.
I have formed myself a new identity parallel to my surroundings and circumstances. I am surrounded by many, yet I am completely alone. I am lonely and I hate myself for what I have done to myself.
My life is a never ending sea of thoughts, wishes, dreams and nightmares. Thoughts that go over and over in my mind, reminding me of why I find myself here, what I have done and what I can never undo.
Time is one of my greatest enemies, it is unending and unyielding. It kills me slowly. It is more painful than a flesh eating disease. I wish I could stop the planet and climb off, I wish I could start my life over, I wish I listened to my parents and my peers.
I dream of the day I am set free. I dream of seeing an open blue sky, feeling the wet green grass under my bare feet, hearing a dog bark and dressing in a different colour to the dim oppressive attire I wear, day in and day out. I dream of tasting an ice cream, a simple cheese burger, a tall bubbly cream soda and my aunt’s home baked cookies.
I am caught in a nightmare, because of choices I made, wrong friends I allowed myself to be influenced by and for not respecting others.
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