The Walls That Crushed Me

The Walls That Crushed Me
It was a prison I found myself in. its walls were bent on converging in on me, and were about to crush me to quite a painful death. Thorns appeared to line all its walls; they threatened to pierce through me even before I realised the consequences. I let out a shrill cry in agony and anticipatory pain, but I was well aware that all my pleas were destined to fall on deaf ears.

The very thought of being stabbed by thorns was stifling me every second I spent in my room. My thoughts were compressed to a miniature portrait of Mona Lisa dangling in my room. They derived importance and significance because I gave it to them. I  only had to shift my thinking to another entity, and all the thorns and even the  walls they found themselves on were going to vanish into thin air. Here was a simple solution to my problems, but for the time being, I kept it at bay.

There had to be a way out of the mess I found myself in, and I had to find it soon if I wanted to survive and thrive. The walls and thorns were converging at their typical pace while I looked on. I wish there was a way possible to elongate whatever distance lay between me and them in an attempt to slacken down their speed, but I was doomed to meet my end in a typical manner that day.

The converging walls were surely going to squash me in their embrace. I felt bad when I realised whatever amount of pressure the four walls of my room were going to apply on  me in a     few moments was going to crush me to pieces, but it wasn’t going to affect my problems in any way. They were to live on like they had partaken of an elixir.

I badly wanted to get out of my room. I didn’t want to be crushed to pieces the way it looked like would happen in a few moments. The only avenue of exit possible at the moment appeared to be through a window, the door being blocked by a heavy divan. Even a part of it couldn’t even be swung open. I thought of an exit again. I only had to move towards the window and jump out of it.

But it was not as simple as it was said. Practically, it was going to be another ordeal I had to go through. I had been through several rough and tough times through my life, but the one before me appeared to be the toughest. Finding a solution appeared to have been made all the more important because it seemed to be the  final frontier to be crossed before I was in front of my goals.

Right now, there were strong prison walls around me. Getting across them was what meant the world to me. It hardly mattered whether  I leapt over these walls, or I went through them, what counted was that I should get out of my contemporary state of forced confinement. It hardly mattered whether these walls were converging in on me, or they were diverging in another direction. What counted was that I should get out of my room. Time was running out at a rapid pace.

Getting out of the room was going to involve a lot of strain and exertion on my part. On second thoughts, I don’t think it is worth all it the effort I shall have to make. Practically, I am tired and exhausted by whatever I have had to do to stay away from the converging walls. I’m terrified at the same time by the mere thoughts of being crushed by the walls of my room.

I haven’t got an option but to stay  where I am, and make some more efforts to get out of my room. I know my efforts to get out of my room won’t be rewarded in any manner, these walls shall eventually crush my bones, but I don’t budge from my place.

I’m crushed to pieces in a short while.