Hard Cold Ground

Hard cold ground
By: Jasmine Kanji

I sit on this hard cold ground.
Sad, alone and crying, the tears that I spill can fill a dry dead river bank. His eyes watch my every move, like a hawk watching its prey. It is darkness that surrounds me wherever I may go… but it is darkness that covers the bright light that I never get to see on this hard cold ground. Darkness may follow me, but it is my ONLY true and trusting friend I have… but sitting on this hard cold ground, with chains hugging around my wrist and ankles cutting my flesh with every move I make. The pain is unbearable it is what they call torture. All I crave is the taste of freedom and a chance of independence….but all I get is this hard cold ground….