Creative Writing Piece: Prisoner Description

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Creative Writing Piece – Prisoner Description
Surreptitiously, he slid out of his bunk and paced tentatively towards the slit of hopeful light casting dancing shadows from the other side of his cell door; the imposing silhouette, a fearsome barrier outlined in glow as if the doorway to heaven, divine illumination seeping tantalisingly close beneath his cage as if beckoning him into the shine. Barred shut, under lock and key.
Claustrophobic and confined, the minuscule chamber was boxed by cracked and crumbling stone walls which seemed to suck all warmth from the room leaving only a harsh, bitter damp which left him permanently chilled. The walls cried with moisture condensing and dribbling pitifully into puddles glistening like an angel’s tears.
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An anticipating silence that waits endlessly for a release that never comes, waiting to be broken. Even a dropped pin. Or maybe not. Maybe that would be missed, or simply forgotten; or rather ignored; unwillingly ignored. Maybe listening so hard to hear something simply not there could make you miss it when it eventually came; but how could you know if it did? And while the silence filled the dim, enclosed habitation, from the cramped bunk hardly large enough for a child let alone a man, to the miserable pit into which he could excrete what little waste his body could create on the measly gruel he was delivered whenever any guards remembered to pass by (and even then, you could never be sure that they would even bother to sustain you); the constant lack of mental stimulation was enough to drain your …show more content…
But then, in that very same instantaneous movement it was once again falling, falling, falling; without struggle. Falling with the same sleek fluidity of a drowned man sinking through the static blue of a settled sea or the effortless gliding of a kite in a constant wind. Just resigned to the course of fate; for there is no fighting a cruel force that is out of your control. And thus, recommenced the cycle of the hour. The inescapable, inevitable but somehow uncountable cycle of the