Eyes adjusted to the darkness black as black could be The key turning in the lock Drowned the desperate plea Unknowing and afraid Of what would come next Tears began to flow Although having no effect
A tray pushed roughly under the closet door Scrambling to retrieve it Slipping on the floor Tired and hungry Devouring the paltry feast Maybe giving strength To fight off the angry beast
A captive, but why? It was still unclear How many days had it been since someone did appear? Was it even known that a prisoner was here? Would anyone come To quell the fear
