Isolation's Campanion

You would think, that as a prisoner, Incarcerated for a crime you did not commit, Abandoned by loved ones who believe the imperfect jury, And thrown into isolation for your inability to get along with the other inmates, That you would feel lonely. Sitting in a small, whitewashed room, With a mattress and toilet as your only companions, No natural light to cast shadows on the wall, The opening and closing of the food slot in the door being the only sound not created by yourself, You would think that battling loneliness would be your greatest challenge. But … … you would be wrong. For you are not alone. You have a constant companion. Watching you; Mocking you; Judging you; Questioning you; Laughing at you; And waiting to take leave of you. You are not alone. You sit in one corner of the cell and your sanity sits in the other. And you wonder; Which one of us will leave this cell when our sentence has been served?