Silenced

Just some expression of my thoughts drenched in symbolism, nothing revolutionary

I am writing this down because I feel I cannot express my feelings any other way properly. I am afraid. Not of something in particular, just a constant, gnawing fear that's like a sea of invisible mosquitos constantly buzzing around me. I'm never completely at ease, this anxiety weighing me down like an ocean of tar. I am constantly in fear of everything, the way things are, how people act, what they think, what they think I think, who they think I am, how people treat one another, what people justify, this ever present insanity of the reality behind the thoughts I can't ignore. Clearly there are problems, but is there someone to blame? Many people seem to think so. Many think I'm to blame. Maybe.

But if I'm to blame, then why have I done this? I hate this, I hate all of this. How things are, where tragedy strikes and I am to blame for merely being as I am. And tragedy is striking. Violence, riots, attacks, fire, hatred, lies, shouting, silencing, burning, itching, irritating truths and hateful truths and caring lies so perfectly presented. I am afraid not of these truths themselves, but to say them aloud. I am afraid of the endless tar, these parasites, the never-ending stream of terror, both my own and others'. I feel like I'm being crushed when silent, but any words will be my last. If they are to be my end, I will choose carefully. I must make it short, lest the silence reclaim me too soon. I must show how I feel, they must understand, if it takes my final breath. I sink into the tar, and the mosquitos fill my lungs.

"I am afraid"

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

You're a pretty solid writer. But this ain't a poem.

I'd like to see a more organized version of your thoughts. Pick one... story or poem.

This might not seem like a compliment but it is... you're an intrinsically good writer. That's a thing you can't learn.