Clear Poem by Isaiah Thornton

As I sit here in the dark
the nerves in my body is off the charts
Eternal darkness always surround me
I can't see, because they won't allow me
dead silence, with heavy breaths
There is no light switch I already checked
Footsteps approaching with hard clings
I close my eyes but see the same thing
I sit and pray, for some vision
but light is not giving without permission
The foot steps are closer I am more nervous
I feel like my stomach digested a serpent
I wish the feeling of guilt would go away
But I guess that is the price I have to pay
The door swung open and there stood a man
bald headed and old with shackles and hand
he shackled me up made sure I was secure
able to see the light was oh so pure
where I was going was where I belonged
all of my peers looked like traffic cones
he put me in the chair which was hot and sweaty
the guy holding the switch was heavy
he strapped me up and crowned my head
this far I knew I was dead
cries and cheers was all I could hear
as I was thinking I sheaded a tear
but my thought was interuppted with the word
CLEAR!