Prison Dialectical Journal

Isolated far away from the reach of civilisation, is a stone, concrete fortress, which houses the scum of the world. I was one of them. In this place the dreams of every person are crushed with the weight of pure isolation and solitude. The cold, merciless bars and the constant darkness of the cells engulf us in a pool of frustration and despair. You see nothing and all you can do is aimlessly grasp about the lifeless walls, hoping to somehow grab onto the dream. All you hear are the clanging of prison bars, the gnashing of teeth and the screams of the insane and the tormented, upon them learning of their unachieved dreams.

In prison, all the inmates would go outside for their daily fitness routines. Everyone would stare at the sky and murmur their deepest …show more content…
Most have their minds set on freedom, but I dream of having a companion. I need to have a person who I can talk to and confide with, but the darkness of my cell engulfs that dream. I try to grab the hand of the inmate across me, desperate to establish a connection, but the bars stop me from going further. I try to talk to the other prisoners, but our cells have silenced us. Its impenetrable barrier has separated us for far too long and rendered us mute. In my cell l felt like a hunted animal, helpless, alone and dying in silence. I placed my hope in my wife, that maybe she will still remember me. She used to write letters and call me on a consistent basis, but as time went on the letters became shorter, calls turned into quick and compassionless conversations and the time between them grew longer and longer until it ceased to exist altogether. She stopped talking so many countless years ago, but I still refused to give in. I waited until the wrinkles grew deeper and the hair turned white at the roots, but the phone line stayed silent, the letter box dried up and the dream was gone. I stuck up her letters on the cell walls, but now it was way too dark to