My Fading Green by John Gilson

The grass on the outside is green and tranquil. The sun slowly shows its face above the horizon causing the morning dew to sparkle. The most beautiful of settings. But it’s just a mirage. The inside contrasts sharply with the majestic wilds. It is cold and the walls are suffocating. Any moment I feel they will crush me, erasing every memory I have of the tranquil green grass. The poor souls inside are ignorant of the unseen horror that I am all too aware of. They laugh and play with no worries in sight. They think their futures are as green as the grass outside, but little do they know. Even the sight of my dull eyes doesn’t alert them at the slightest. The horror – that all encompassing void. It crushes my soul, but thank God I am the only one aware of it. No one else will suffer my knowledge. I beg God to let me taste that green grass, but I know it’s nothing but an illusion. Standing in the halls I am surrounded by many, but feel as if I’ve been sucked into a hole. Am I going insane? Has my brain finally snapped? The void is too powerful. I can’t take it anymore. All I can do is SCREAM (in silence)!