Black, Like the Night

We were black like the night, when the lights went out.

Only the whites of our eyes shown in the dark, only the clanking of chains could be heard down the hall in the next chamber, where mothers, and their babies slept, separated from husbands, and sons, forever. Never to see each other again, unknowing where, or with whom they went.

Only the light of the lantern, shimmering across the cobblestones, gave a glimmer of hope, in the crossing. Only the smell of the fresh ocean air leant promise of a new land, where dreams lay dormant, wrapped up in the bondage of shackles.

No one knew the sadness that swelled inside of each, and every one.

No one could feel the pain.

GRB