Category: Writers Block
Wishing, hoping, mounrning, realisation ooh how it aches to not be able to release the pain, to open the flood gates and set free the torrent that rages inside me. The melt water from months of frustrated futility. It grows and proliferates like a cancer voraciously devouring my resolve, strangling my optimism, my eternal fucking optimism! I can feel it's grasping fingers curling around my heart and lungs, gripping and tighening until I can no longer breathe..freedom is wasted on those who do not understand the anguish of the imprisoned.
I really like the last line...great stuff.
As usual, darkly excellent. You capture admirably the feeling of trapped panic we've all probably felt at one time or another.
Bob
the last line captured my attention as well. The whole thing flowed together and indeed, conveyed the feeling of being trapped. excellent work, as always.
Thanks it was just a spur of the moment