I am bereft of silence. I spend each day as a prisoner of noise, and I fear I will never be able to escape to a place of solitude. It is the sounds of civilization that haunt me. It is the deafening words of man that slowly, piece by piece, eat away my soul. All I hear is vile entraptments put forth by the this sordid world we live in. Will I never hear of joy, or of hope again?

The makings of my past has presented my current verdict. I am guilty of prior transgressions, and must serve penance. I placed myself in this confinement, and it will be up to me to escape when the times come. It is my sanity that is in danger of being lost while I serve my sentence.

I desire to see that vacuum of space where there is nothing. I cherish each moment of stillness as they give my soul rest. I worry if I will ever experience freedom. For, it seems I have been spurned of the piece of calming time.

Author: The Original Chris Brown

Former veteran of the U.S. Army, 82nd Airborne Division. Currently pursuing degrees in Software Development and English at Georgia Gwinnett College. Lover of science and fan of the Carolina Panthers.