Silence. No shouts. No voices. Empty heart. Dark-filled mind. Crazy abandon. Open sky. Shut eyes. Madness ensues. Pulling hair. Grasping strength. Can't take the silence. Can't take the air. No one cares. Heavy breathing. Dark clouds seething. Chaos within. Outraged heart beating.Blood starts to boil. It's a fight within. The outside just still. Hardly moving. Barely breathing. Invisible chains. Hold me down. U can't see the weights. Keeping me to the ground. I can't get up. Detached and bitter. Outside not showing. What's raging within. Stare at the ceiling. Anger and numb. Unfeeling and cold. Disconnect again. An empty soul. PTSD. A trigger. Who knows.
"Invisible chains. Hold me down."
Just WOW! Loved it!!
"A question that drives me hazy: Am I or are the others crazy?" -Albert Einstein
~gabz~
When you get to the place
When you get to the place with not doors, the only way out is to make one. This poem has a great aura of what it feels like to be trapped in the mind.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
:)
I love the way you expressed this piece, the use of the "." just slams the chaos to me. it feels like the whole thing is going so fast yet its also like time is not moving, really well done!
Much Love
Ashley