Poems/Creative Writing

Chained

A dark, gray room.

I am sitting, alone.

Well not completely.

I see It looking through the chained-up windows, snickering at me.

I'm Its prisoner.

Its hostage.

Its victim, if you will.

It has trapped me in Its room with only a dusty, old bed.

An outdated, metal toilet.

A rusty sink.

And a single lamp.

It watches me with no empathy.

It lurks as I try to escape and It laughs.

"You can't escape." It bellows.

"You're stuck here forever." It screams with a belly-laugh to follow.

It listens as I lay there, with restricted energy.

It sneaks by to get off on my quiet sobs.

I try so hard to get rid of it.

I fight to keep going, but I soon lose the energy or purpose to keep on.

Every so often, Its past victims come by and tell me to not give up.

That I can escape.

And when It goes away to recruit more victims, I get hope.

But It always comes creeping back towards my window. Snickering.

Sometimes I barely notice.

But other times, it's the only thing I hear.

It makes me starve.

It deprives me of things I once loved.

It keeps me awake at night.

"Just give up."

"No one has noticed you're gone."

"What are you fighting for anyways?"

And most of the time I want to fight back with a witty answer.

But I don't.

But I don't.

Because I know It's right.

It keeps taunting me.

"Just leave, Karley."

It smiles.

And I want to.

But I can't, because I'm scared.

I'm scared that if I get out, It will come find me again.

It has trapped me.

In a dark, gray room.

Alone, to be with... It.

It feeds off of my intimidation.

It knows everything about me.

From my worst fears to what I love.

Or loved.

Because It took love out of my emotional vocabulary.

It uses my worst fears against me.

It rubs them in my face to get stronger.

I pretend like It isn't hurting me.

But,

Everyone has a breaking point.

"Let's do this, Karley."

It will mock.

"Just kidding. Lay back down."

It scoffs.

"What's wrong, Karley?"

"Why are you laying around doing nothing?"

It snarks.

As if It doesn't already know.

I've been fighting It for four years.

But, I ignore It.

And somehow, that gives It more power.

I'm trapped with It.

With It harassing me every single moment of every single day and I just can't seem to stop it.

It won't leave me alone.

And, I'm starting to think that I will never escape.

I don't think I will ever break free from the chains.