Dark Freedom

Back and forth she roams.  Trapped in this dark, damp, and lonely1

room.  She can't find her way out.  She's searching forever in vain.2

Desperate cries for help engraved into the walls of her jail cell.3

Eyes cast upon them but no one says a word.  No one can comprehend4

them.  She doubts they even try.  And again they fade away.5

Guards pass by ever so distrustfully but she won't let them see6

anything.  Her reins are tight enough as it is.  They don't give a7

care about her.  She's just another prisoner.  Holding her there is8

only their job.  Who cares how she suffers as long as they don't get9

blamed.10

She pleads for her freedom.  But yet they ignore.  "Did you hear11

something?"  "Ignore it, it's nothing."  They walk away again as they12

always do.  And yet again she's left alone in her bitter tears.13

How long has it been since she's seen the sun?  How long since she14

felt warm rays against her skin?  No sun shines through the window.15

For they locked the window and hid the key.  They will not let her see16

what freedom looks like, hoping she'll forget and conform.  What they17

don't realize is just because you can't see something doesn't mean it18

isn't there.19

They cut her off from the other prisoners.  She is poison to their20

minds.  They're becoming hopeless drones.  With them falling away she21

is left utterly alone.  But yet she disregards their attempts to bring22

her down.  She finds herself a new friend, with the lovely name23

Solitude.24

They become frustrated with her.  She defies all of their rules.25

They can't break her down.  They can't mold her into their perfection.26

She knows her own perfection.  They lock her away deeper.  With27

chains they believed she could never pass through.  They treated her28

like a disease and kept her locked alone.29

For the first time in forever she found out what true hope was.  She was now alone and unwatched.  She looked around at where she lay.  The room was empty and desolate.  Not a camera in sight.  No guard to be30

found.31

Now was the time.  She took out the knife that was stuck in her back.  Staring longingly at the blade.  The shimmer so close to the sun she left behind.  This blade was her sun.  It was her warmth.  It was her32

happiness.  The bringer of her soul's desire.  They pushed her too far33

and she was finally ready.  At last cut her way through the crimson34

bars to freedom.  Speaking the words "I found the key.  I opened my35

window.  I told you freedom was there."36