Quiet

trigger warning.

a coagulated rotation of brain matter 

pressing against the immobile walls of my skull

leaving me far from free to think 

let alone feel

Anything else than the sloshing of my blood

and bile in my body

unable to process

unable to move

I run from the whispering woods echoing 

from the dark height of these shadows on every side

surrounded by darkness and lies

wandering lost and alone

I keep lifting my cement legs

ignoring the cracks and scrapes from the attempt

quicksand ground wont hold me forever

my fate is sealed by my choices

Let me lie here for a bit

let the sand wrap around my body 

a grainy blanket to hug me to sleep

finally

quiet. 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This one describes either a nightmare or a descent into depression.

[AiH]

Thank you very much for your comment. its definitely the latter in my personal expression.

[JMaster1]

Very honest words
I love it