Lost At Sea

Lost amongst my thoughts, confused and misunderstood for something I am not.

Imprisoned by the shackles of ones own mind, never forgotten, yet never spoken. Afraid to escape, for the consequences for which they may face in the company of their own tongue may shatter the blind faith they had in the foundation of their soul, a fate worse than any death, a torture that is eternal and everlasting. A ghoulish nightmare that few can openly admit to understanding, yet most can experience subliminally and not even recognize that it is happening. This prison, of which one can reside, is far more painful than any amount of pain one can feel by any conventional mean. The pain of holding back the want to speak out for the fear of inflicting it upon others, a silent massacre of thoughts slain by the mind of their own origin.

            The willingness to die for someone rather than let them feel any ounce of pain you shall feel, to put a blockade of any acknowledgement between you and them for their own well being is a task not easily done. Yet when you are behind the wheel of the ship that sails on the sea of choices, it is easy to sail in the gust of it, yet more painful to turn the ship and sail back. One finds themselves pulling on the wheel, yet losing grip with all of their effort; too vested to put on a preserver, who would rather die with the ship than see it go down. From the eyes of the crew, this ocean is nothing but a metaphor used to describe an internal confliction of mind, something never truly understood until explained. Which I suppose is the irony behind any piece of writing writ to express emotion or any sliver of feeling from one's soul, just another whisper in the wind longing to be forgotten by the army of which it was carried, a lost soul amongst the emptiness of a graveyard waiting to be lain to rest.

Reviews

[Mila]

This was absolutely lovely and very imaginary. I enjoyed every word of it; it sort of reminded me of Coleridge's Rime of the Ancient Mariner (which is my favorite poem of all time) in a way, but this is your own work and its great!
One thing that stood out to me as a typo was at the very end, in the sentence excerpt "of feeling from ones soul..." I think you meant "of feeling from one's soul", with an apostrophe to indicate possession of one's own soul. Other than that, this was amazing, really well done! :)

[Brandon Barker]

Thank you for your kind review :) as well as pointing out the typo, didn't catch that when I read over it.

[Nic]

Wow!! That was beautiful!!! ^u^ I really loved it, and I didn't see anything wrong with it!! I enjoyed the detail of it.
It was so simple and yet, so complex!! I really did find pleasure in reading this.