Alone in the Dark

Purple,

A color,

Waiting in the dark.

Purple keeps getting duller and duller,

Wishing to be in the park.

Wishing that everything would be okay,

But it only gets worse.

Alone in the dark it sits,

Waiting for the door to open,

Waiting for the switch to be turned,

Waiting for the light bulb to come,

Waiting for it to all be over,

Waiting for someone.

No one comes.

No one cares.

Left alone in the dark.

Wait,

Hearing footsteps nearby.

You yell.

No sound.

You open your mouth,

No noise.

No help anywhere.

No one comes.

Alone once more.

Alone with no one.

Alone without you.

Alone screaming for help.

Alone without you.

You don't care.

I can't see you.

You can't see me.

You no longer exist.

No,

I no longer exist.

I look through the cracks,

I see no light.

Light…

Such a foreign word now.

A word so distant but yet so close.

So brightening yet so dark.

So quite.

Quite is the noise in my cell.

The noise is…

There is no such thing as noise anymore.

What's the point?

What's left?

Nothing.

I'm alone,

Forgotten,

Worthless,

Trash,

Expendable.

No one notices I'm gone.

No one comes searching.

I wish for help,

No one comes.

I wish for freedom,

The cage gets smaller.

I wish for death,

Life continues on.

The key is long but forgotten.

No one can help me now.

The most unpick able lock.

No guards,

Just the lock.

I'll never be freed

I want help,

I get nothing.

I want someone,

I get no one.

I want to be freed,

I get a smaller cage.

I try to escape,

I get punished.

Help I scream,

No one hears.

No reason.

Why?

Why was I put here?

What did I do?

Why are you doing this to me?

No response.

I continue to ask,

My voice goes weak.

My throat gets dry.

My head begins to spin.

I'm locked in a never ending cycle.

My stomach gets thinner.

My skin gets tighter.

My bones start to show.

I'm never fed.

Wait,

That smell.

It's foreign to my nose.

Food.

I finally get fed.

There's something under the plate.

A knife?

A knife.

For what I ask.

No response.

As fast as it was served,

He was gone.

Alone again,

But with a knife.

It hits me.

I can end it all now.

I can finally escape.

I can draw blood and it'd all be over.

The meal will be my last.

I enjoy it as best I can.

The foods gone,

The knife near.

No one else around.

No way out.

One way out.

I take the knife.

I bring it close.

I slice,

It stings,

Blood pours out quickly.

I lay on the ground fading fast.

Wait, what is that noise?

Slamming?

Yelling?

Gun shots?

Footsteps everywhere.

Men and women yelling.

Calling.

Calling for someone.

Who are they calling for?

Wait, that's my name.

My long forgotten name.

I've only gone by Celie.

Too late.

The door opens.

Light shines in.

They are too late.

I'm already gone.

Too late,

I already breathed in my last breath.