The Colourless Shell

The Colourless Shell

A Poem by Lorne Blaine
"

Experimenting 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

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Lorne Blaine
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