The reality of condemnation.

I’ve been where you are my friend

and felt what you feel

you might think

you’re an island

but you are part of a land mass

that is called humanity.

I remember the tribulation

I recall the anguish

the feeling of being trapped

the desire to escape

the weight pressing down

seemingly to crush me.

If I ever get out of here

let me out of here please

invisible chains

invisible and yet tangible

bars and a locked door

is there anybody there to hear me?

I give up

I really do

so what? 

these are just words

and empty words at that

I’m nearly at the end of my tether

but I never seem to get there.

Trapped, alone, afraid

not able to admit even to myself

who it is that torments me

cursing, violent, soul destroying agonies

restless mind that longs for just one night

of undisturbed sleep…peace, sweet peace

that’s what I need.

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Thankfully these are just memories of what was and how it was.

I was broken off that mass of humanity, but the memories remain.

The transformation I experienced was alien to my understanding until it occurred.

I have been where you are. You can’t possibly imagine what it’s like where I am now. 

I know for a fact that even if you read these words you will despise them and call me a liar. 

I don’t blame you, because that is what I would have done. 

Author's Note

I extended the original work and changed the title.

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[Huw]

This was titled ....hear me. I extended the work and changed the title.