Iniquitys Confinement

What is the essence of life? We ponder this question from time to time, human beings being curious by nature. Edgar Allan Poe once said, "those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night." I don't think he was referring to the lazier portion of our population who allow themselves to be trapped by the bonds of sleep. Wasting away the morning in a futile slumber only to re-entertain this habit night after night, but rather to those who let go of their imaginations. Those who refuse to let the regulations and walls built by the people of the world limit their dreams and aspirations. Those who are ruled by creativity and inspiration. Those who give in to their wild impulses letting the wonders of the world guide them to discover the greater meaning of life's mystery's. So again we ask; What is the essence of life?
The essence of life is the ability to live freely and seize the day. It is having the liberty of following the wildest of our dreams and achieving greatness through our own personal drive to succeed. I sit in my chair facing the one window i have to look upon the world. The high back rising above my head. Its elegantly carved woodwork surrounding me in a cruel reminder of the greatness i had once achieved. I stand and survey my sad excuse for exile. Four walls surround me. They seem to be flawless concrete. No exit visible to the naked eye as if my prison had been constructed around me. My room is full of furniture of fine workmanship. This thought disgusts me. My wish is that my asylum would reflect the emptiness that i feel inside. I retake my seat looking through the glass that seperates me from the outside world. As the day light fades from the quickly falling darkness clouds begin to gather in the now hazy sky. Rain begins to fall. The soft sheen of a moon hidden behinds threating clouds of a growing storm can be seen taunting the world with a false promise of light. As I was cursed to sit in this room high above the ground and stare out at the world day after day so was I cursed to look upon the moon glistening with the reminder of the blood shed by the greedy hearts of men, leaving the world desolate and destroyed. Lighting flashed. As the brief flash of light lit up the landscape i could briefly see the ocean on the distant horizons. I feared I would never have the pleasure of visiting the blue depths of the ocean ever again. Not that it mattered. No living thing could survive in those tainted waters now. The thunder that followed shook the very tower in which my room was located. As the sorms energy increased so did the intensity of my heartbeat. Adrenaline surged through my veins. Anger filled my heart. The pain and lonliness spawing from my deprivation of contact with the outside world spirial upward into an uncontrollable rage. I lifted my chair over my head and swung it forward into the window that had haunted me so. A loud crack filled the air resonating through the confinement of my skull. Splintered wood flew in all direcitons. The window stood as if untouched. Undamaged by my vein attempts to escape. Pain filled my body. I writhed on the floor screaming and howling like a man whose mind had been corrupted by insanity. I struggled to keep conciousness as the pain spreak to every corner of my being. It felt as if my soul was being wrentched apart by the darkness of mans iniquity. After spending what seemed like hours of agony the pain began to lessen slowly as if the unseen beasts of evil had grown board of their torture and left the scene one by one. Numbness replaced what was once unbearable affliction. Exahusted i stood. I breathed deeply through my nose attempting to regain my strength. I collapsed on the debrie covered floor. As I began to loose my conciousness my eyes caught sight of my desk. A red envelope sat on the desk unopened. One more detail seeped into my incoherant mind. My chair sat in its proper place tucked in beneath my desk....

The End

By: Matthew Lynn