The Void
The Coal Shed
The Coal Shed
Inside the dark, the pitch-black relentless night draws nearer still.
The silence becomes a forever void that has a frightening effect on my mind.
Every sound that I hear outside breaks the atmosphere in here. As I sit on black
piles of cold hard jagged minerals, that I feel grinding together beneath me,
while I sit still, with my thoughts in my mind going round and around.
The only source of light that penetrated the darkness, was from a keyhole above the bolt
-latch. Slithers of sun-light cast small specks of pin hole luminescence onto the nearest wall.
I hear faint voices outside, whispers on the distant breeze that speak my name.
People I called friends, I thought they looked at me as been the same. Here I sit, not able
to see my hand in front of my face. Watching, waiting and anticipating, until everything around me
became cloaked in darkness, until it vanished with out trace.
Inside the coal shed I was left to cry myself to sleep. It was damp and cold, so I could not sit
on top of the coal pile, as it was too steep. Inside the dark room, pitch-black relentless night draws nearer still.
The Coal Shed
