BegunA Poem by Ryun CushingScattered, flash writing from my mind.My emotions run rampant, it's absolutely terrifying. The thoughts race back and forth like an animal, trapped, it's horrifying. Your mind thinks of ways to twist your thoughts, to twist your beliefs into a knot. Twist them in a ball, no way out was sought. Trapped, Trapped, no way out was thought. Can I erase it all, before I fall into the hands of the hungry wolf? Prying at my skin, and tearing at my wool. My clothes being torn, naked in my form. Everything in life becomes a nightmare, it's a storm. The wind blowing against my mind, and the thoughts eating at me, make me wish my mind was blind. I want to hear silence, and I want to see blindness. I want everything to be blank, I want to feel no violence. The storm raging against my bare body, made me feel helpless, but now I feel nothing. I longed to feel something, but now I am numb. A product of the world, now I am numb. A product of the world, I fell; it's begun. © 2013 Ryun CushingAuthor's Note
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