Snap. (Out of it)

by Blank   Aug 17, 2018


Stuck in the eye of the storm.
These walls built from wind keeping me trapped in a cyclone of chaos, my muffled screams and silenced cries barely break through, not even reaching the top.
The pressure closing in, causing my body to quiver and collapse.
The rain, fired from the clouds like bullets, piercing my skin and shattering my bones.

Snap.

Just like that, I'm here.... In my bed, with only my thoughts to keep me company.
Out of it.
Only waiting to go back in.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Dark and disturbing imagery. Well written.

    All the best,

    Ben

  • 5 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    To me this read as a terrible reoccurring nightmare... just like post traumatic stress disorder.
    You've really captured the horror and feeling of helplessness.

    Well done.

    • 5 years ago

      by Blank

      Thank you, there are many ways you could take this poem, like the idea of a reoccouring nightmare, which I never thought about.
      The way I wrote it was that this "storm" is a metaphor of all the problems built up around me, keeping me trapped in and lashing back it me.
      It seems when I try to help, they always turn back on me.