I sit in the corner of this room
It is quite dark ,except for little bits of light
That flicker from the candles that are burning
On the wall, Forming shadows of the objects that fill the room
I move to my knees, crawling to the old door, light peeks through cracks
That lead to a hallway, which leads to more rooms
I hear a faint sound of music
A violin plays ,to the sorrow within
Tears spill from my eyes, as if it were a river
Blood courses through my veins
With every breath, as faint as the last
I hug my legs to me, & drift to another place
I hear sobs in the shadows, I feel a presence
Cold, mean, watching me, observing me
Taking in my essence, til it is ready to pounce
I find myself falling over, but in slow motion
Feeling my head hit the ground, with a thud
Groaning at the pain that is forming, drifting…
I don’t know how long I have been here, or why I am here for that matter
I don’t remember anything, except this room, this cold, empty room
Like an under ground cave, with jails, that adorn a flimsy bed
A tray is placed on the table, with nothing on it but an empty plate
Which gets me to wonder, what happened to its contents
I roll over, having fallen, drifted to another world
Waking with a start, I slowly sit up, finding myself in a bed, looking around
Taking in my surroundings, but it is that same room I had been in this whole time
Everything is in its place, but a shiver courses through me, as I hear foot steps
They come closer, closer, closer…….
My heart is pounding in my chest, my head throbs, pulling the blanket up covering myself
I close my eyes, wishing, to be home, where I am safe, warm, happy….
The footsteps stop, the handle of the old door begins to turn, the door swings open slowly
A figure peeks around the door, I jump suddenly, but unmoving, paralyzed
But I see no face, no features to show who this person is, who this man is…???
But I see no face, no features to show who this person is, who this man is…???
No identity, to describe the man who has held me captive
He steps closer, admiring the site of me, movements deathly, but some how I cant look away from him
I feel drawn to him. I fear him, but respect him, for no apparent reason
I do not know this man, I tell myself…
But on his face, a mask, it hugs his high cheek bones, his lips, soft but firm, his eyes cold
But I can see his soul, his pain, his admiration for me…
He bends to sit on the edge of the bed, I am motionless, til he reaches to touch my face
He sees my tear stained cheeks, he cringes, knowing he has done this.
A grumble escapes his lips in frustration, slowly pulling his hand away, he whispers in a whisky voice
“ I’m sorry my dear, I never meant for things to turn out this way”….
Silence fills the air…. I look to him, drifting into the sea of his glare
Some how I find my voice, “ where am I, & why am I here?”
Such typical questions to ask…. The only chance I might have to speak, & I ask him those questions?
All he says before standing, “time, time will answer all of your questions”………..
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