Convict

There is too much confusion here, so many things and so many people. The walls are closing in on me and the world has made itself a little larger without me. I am trapped in this shackle, this shell of a man; behind these bars I watch new fashions replace old trends. I see the world turning and the sun rising and the moon falling.

Each night is like the last, each tomorrow is like today. The things I thought once were important I have now lost interest in. The things I thought were less than important have now become the things that inspire me most.

I once thought that the world revolved around me and that I was the light shining down on a cruel harsh reality. I was parting the dark clouds over the horizon or the hand of God himself giving back to those less fortunate than myself. I was here to serve the will of mankind. I was here to serve a greater purpose.

I was wrong for thinking this way and only after I lost everything was I able to understand that I was nothing important to anyone or anything. The world still moved on while I stared out from behind iron bars. The birds continued to sing their melody and the clouds still parted to let sunlight through without my assistance. Miracles were still being performed and I had no part in any of it.

Quietly I loathed at this and it took me time to consider my faults, my fallacies, and my misguided intentions to judge and be judged. Sitting here in my concrete castle of barbed wire and steel I stood vigilant. I watched as the primates around me ran the asylum, those in control did so only because the inmates allowed them to.

I got into a routine, I kept to myself and I received a reputation of being some zealous mad man. I quickly found a group of men that were also of my same kin. Without them, I would have been torn asunder like a rag doll. Like Jesus himself walking down the alleys of Jerusalem during his last days, so was I walking this fateful line.

I considered the fact that I was not Jesus, I wasn’t even a man. I was treated as an animal. Some nameless face, my name replaced with a number. I was inmate 164325. I even considered my number, the sum of each couple was a seven. Ironic, I thought to myself. It confused me at first but it had to have been coincidental.

Somewhere in this perfect tragedy there was a sense of purpose. I could not save anyone outside the walls of my castle, but I could manage to bring my ideas to the convicts within it. These men would become my disciples. It was only after I succeeded in inspiring these men that I realized that I was not the man I thought I was. There was something more, there was something much darker. I was somewhere between Earth and Hell. A liaison to the devil himself…