The Colourless ShellA Poem by Lorne BlaineExperimenting again.You're hiding, your frigid fingers, with their apathetic tips, clutching your knees and your arms wrapped around your thighs to keep yourself away
from the world. You keep yourself away from the world too big, too strong for you. The world: it's too big for you. That's why
you're cowering. You wonder why those video-games minutely ranked on the shelf are all so distant to you when they were so close to you moments
before. You wonder, you wonder why your video-games, your fun, is all so distant, all a far-away seemingly untrodden and unknown land to
your eyes. You wonder, you wonder how did you get there, why are you here, why you're wondering, why you're paralyzed by your words
and their images. These images, mere images, they are, but they are just powerful enough to kill everything that makes you stand up, and
you wonder, painfully, why. And the clock thicked 12, and you're still here. And you're growing smaller and smaller. And time is a shutting jaw and
you're growing smaller and smaller...
But that's just all perspective, ain't it? © 2017 Lorne Blaine |
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Added on April 23, 2017 Last Updated on April 23, 2017 Tags: Depression, Fear, Low Self-Esteem, Anxiety, Simplicity, Free-Verse AuthorLorne BlaineAboutI'm no longer part of this. This account is officially dead. I decided to leave this site but keep my account activated. I don't even know if there are people who like my poems here, but regardless,.. more..Writing
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