| THE PIT OF SHADOWS
It’s getting darker, so dark. Darker then it was a moment ago. For it’s not the nighttime sky, which had brought this darkness, but whether it’s night or day, I do not know. In this cement pit there is no light strong enough to penetrate these walls that surround me. I cannot see the frightful moon or the silver stars, for they sealed the opening of this pit long ago, so long that I cannot remember when. But, surely I must have seen them close the gap, I’ve must have heard them pushing a massive stone over the opening, but my memory eludes me. So dark now. And although it’s always dark, I could swear it’s only getting darker. So dark, I can almost see the shadows of evil creeping along the floor. Maybe this is all in my mind, after all I have been down here for so many days, months and years. So long that I have forgotten on how many days I have been lying here. I use to press my ear against the wall waiting to hear someone to come, wanting to hear anything at all, but nothing have I heard. So I lie here on the floor and wait but no one comes.. I was guilty of my crimes, for that is true and thus was thrown into this pit of despair. Here, I paced, cried, and even prayed. But I’ve grown so tired, that my body has lost all of its energy, but my mind never seems to wane. I used to pace this narrow pit, and count the steps until I reached the other side, what that number was I cannot recall. I have been lying on this concrete floor for so long that I can’t remember when I got up last. I would move from this spot if only my legs hadn’t gone numb. There is no sensation, no feeling at all. And my arms, my arms are very still, almost if they were frozen in place. For if my nose started to itch, I would not be able to scratch, although my nose had not itched at all, at least that I could remember. And no scent can I smell, or maybe it’s because the time spent down here, my senses are used to these putrid odors. It’s oh so dark. So dark that I cannot tell if my eyes are open or closed. I pray that one day I will be released, and though I can’t remember when I had eaten last or my lips had touched a sip of water, I still have the courage to go on, and…Wait! I can hear a voice in the distance, they have come for me, I have served my time and will be set free. A voice I can hear, it’s so clear and so close to me. I can hear him, but can not see, and the words he speaks are of fear and agony. This voice, this presence is here with me, I ask him his name, but I get no response, I ask if he is here for me, but all I can hear is the man pacing, and crying in pain. I ask him to set me free, but he cannot hear me, I talk louder and yell out with my voice, but all he speaks is gibberish, as I can hear him pace along the edges, as if looking for some kind of door. Crying about the pit he is in, screaming about his sins and some nonsense about human bones lying across this fiendish lair. Surely, this man is insane, for I never recall bones being in this pit of despair. |
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