The Hopelessness of being Trapped inside a Box

In the dimly lit confines of his cell, the young man felt suffocated, as if he were trapped inside a small box with no air to breathe. Each day stretched out endlessly, devoid of color or purpose, of hope or meaning, much like the monotonous walls that confined him. Time became a cruel master, ticking away relentlessly, yet offering no solace or reprieve. There is no comfort here.

His dreams, once vibrant and full of promise, now seemed distant echoes of a life he could no longer touch. Like shadows dancing on the walls of his cell, they taunted him with memories of freedom, memories of laughing with his friends and spending time with his family. He even missed fighting with his brothers. This was a freedom he could no longer grasp. The weight of his mistakes and the corrupt actions of others pressed down on him, heavier than the steel bars that separated him from the outside world.