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Your soul is nothing but a vessel



a vessel that may only retain and conceal the bubbling red fuel of rage

the tidal wave of shame

the isolated blizzard of sadness

and the punctured heart that gushes the pain of lost love or lack of it



your vessel is a dam in which your most intimate secrets are kept within



your heart longs to satisfy the urge to release the floodgates and allow the waters to flow through the network of rivers, but you are unaware of the repercussions of this irrigation



still you divert energy towards keeping, holding, and preventing this from occurring that soon builds into knee-bending pressure



pressure that places you in a box with every angle inclosing you in claustrophobic darkness



with that, every where you turn

the top

the bottom

the front

the back

THE LEFT

THE RIGHT begins closing inward

you hold out your arms, place your out-stretched palms on each side attempting to hinder the progress of the compacting walls, but your elbows weaken

the impending sides overpowers your feeble body, the walls continue to close in, crushing your balled-up frame until...



you see your reflection in the mirror



you gaze into the depth of your eyes



wondering if its best if you would just die because your worthless, miserable



you cry your tears of blue, bellow your wails of yellow, and spill your blood of crimson, only to live amongst the world of the colorblind, and expected to keep up the pace in the chain-gang while you lie in your own puddle of suffering



you choose not to go outdoors for the fear that someone just might see your hole, so you imprison yourself indoors



forever indoors



forever inner torment