BIS

This passage was inspired by a teacher that I had some issuses with tell me what you think. I can take any kind of criticism. Hope you enjoy ^_^

To be bored into submission is the ultimate defeat.

It is a disgrace that you could not hold your own ground

that through constant battering, your walls crumble down.

Where a pile of ruins lie now, there used to be a high

standing castle of reufuge.

You come stumbling, walking on the broken stone and glass.

 

Shoulders slouched, head down waiting for your opposer

to take you by the neck. To throw you down into the mud,

as you weep as they think of more ways to humiliate you.

You wait till they grow old of you, till you break down to their

threats when you no longer fear any of them.

 

The abuser walks away, you dont know how long you have.

You rise to your feet quick glances around showing that they are gone you flee,

you run as fast as you can. You run into a crowd that look very similiar to you.

You see the cuts on their hands from past tortures.

 

They dont say anything there is an unspoken code of no communication. Days pass, weeks pass, months and then finally years pass of living in this soceity with no identity.  You see your abuser walk by, a twinge of fear rises in you as well as a rage of hate but you fear them far to much to do anything you just lower your head even more. Hoping to god that they dont see you in the crowd of sheep.

 

                      -Sincerely

                         Richard Smith (a.k.a. A Fallen Hope)

Author's Note

PLEASE leave pointers please lol i really appreciate you for taking time out to read this random segment i hope to write some more but ya thank you so much!!!!!!!!

Reviews

[Emmie]

I love it! came straight from the heart. My only suggestion is that you put it into stanzas. But, thats just traditional ways. Keep writing!

[theblackyear01]

wow
thats amazing
i like how you really get into it
ily bestie
(: