The Prisoner
“ One more week to my release…” Somehow, I was locked here so long, I practically lost all track of time, and did not realize it had been eleven months since my imprisonment until the prison guard told me so. Life in prison was so mundane. Sleeping, waking up to eat , sleeping… and the cycle goes on and on. A day here was like a week. It was only now which I begin to question myself, “How did I even manage to live this kind of life for a whole eleven months?”
There was nothing but the four walls, and a blanket in this small room. I had been repenting in this “torture chamber” for a whole eleven months, and it has certainly caused me to regret and repent what I had done that day… Thinking back, it was really foolish. I guess one can only think the best when they are in the “special” chamber. The only thing to look forward for was only meal time.
No, no. Not the meal I’m referring to of course. I was referring to the fresh air one can enjoy only when out of the jail cell, and the little bit of freedom we get to enjoy outside the dark gloomy cell. The food today was plain rice with potatoes, and turkey. You might think it’s a spread, but I think that plain bread tastes better. The rice was so soggy, it was like porridge. The potatoes, on the other hand, were hard like rocks. Guess they do not know something called “balance”. Turkey meat was even more unappetizing than raw meat. Well, that’s the “spread” we get here, so don’t ever think that if you don’t have money, you can commit petty crimes and get jailed, receiving free food and lodging. I think you would be better off sleeping on the streets and living off plain bread.
When I get out, the first thing I do is to breathe in plentiful of fresh air, and the second thing is to, of course, eat something humane for the first time in a year.
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