The Influence

I am exhausted. Pushing my body and mind to get by and move forward as far as I can climb. The hill is getting steeper the more that I climb. Some days I want to just let go and fall into the earth beneath me. then I realize. I have been climbing for months and my feet have never left the ground. Head in the clouds. All I do is dream of flying. where am I headed? I don't even know my whereabouts. But the wear and tear upon myself is making me cave and fold over. collapsing into my dreams living in the places where I wish to be. instead of the long hours and long days with little to no reward. Not much regards to a person stuck on the bottom. I give and give until I got nothing left. Ill even give you my last breathe if I felt obligated it would benefit you more than the time I could still have left. settling in. I am trapped in these walls. no way out. I am buried between the drywall as I scream to be heard and let out. release me. Overlooked. I speak aloud just to keep me from thinking. its better than to be dealing with these inner dwellings. I don't party for the pleasure. I block out my anger with smoke and liquor. I am happy for winter. I cannot wait for these days to start getting quicker. This shit keeps getting thicker. I keep losing focus. I am content. but sadist in me wants me to set all of this to flame. Rebuilding my life once again with charred remains of things I loved. Collect all the old embers and ashes. To build a house to live in and remain stagnant and unimaginative. dual and boring. forgetful and controlling. I am a fighter. A writer. Filled with metaphors. I am stuck on my repertoires of me playing the villain and proceeding to pretend to be the victim where I come to my own defenses. as I am attacked by the protagonist witch all end up turning out to be shades of the same person. shadows. and reflections. Of myself. I am made of nothing but smoke and mirrors. With only one wish. to be crystal clear.

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nightlight1220's picture

In the piles of confusion and

In the piles of confusion and debris, somehow you have made yourself quite crystal clear through this prose. Very good!!! I enjoyed reading this!




...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


SSmoothie's picture

Wow! Feeling it all at the

Wow! Feeling it all at the moment! Perfectly engrossing write! Hugss 

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