Forever Burning

The inexorable gnawing felt like fire against paper forever burning in hell. These malignant white walls surround me like a cage, and without a window my prison is darkness. To impugn the people who left me here would be genocide, and my heart runs cold at the thought. The screams of the children are inane there is no point, no way out. I am forever naked and lonely in my innocuous prison. I pray everyday to become less irascible, but my temper prevails. The gnawing and the screaming never stop my hell is forever burning. THe mellifluous stench that clings to life intoxicates me with its willingness to stay. To languish is to survive in my prison and to fight is to run. There is no point in running because the road never ends. There is no way out of my prison. Intractable and distant is eternity ever winding in and out of my prison, never taking me away. In the dark the leering stares of thousands keep you from sleeping for fear you may wake up. My prison latent of burning makes me forever shiver. My impotent prayers never go farther than the white walls crowding me with their neediness. This is my prison forever burning.