will non-existent
surrounded by the living
growth at a standstill
“Just like the dead trees in a forest of luscious and vibrant green ones,
our society has people that aren’t growing.” Susi Bocks
Tag: fear
Thrills
It sure was a challenge to build the tent at night. The thick trees of these mountains made it difficult, but we had to try or succumb to the elements.
I tried to erase the doubts about my camping abilities and focused on the task and hand, forcing myself to breathe deeper until my lungs felt full. The oxygen was a tad thin up here.
Bent over, with a stake in my hands, I heard a deep growl behind me. My planted stance remained firm, but my skin instantly got moist, and I felt myself trembling with regrets.
Oh, shit.
Shielding
Redux
The injurious are on the prowl.
Instinctively my guard goes up.
Hurling words to pierce the psyche.
Expectedly waiting for more of a beat-down.
Another and another and another.
The taunts ricocheting inside me like a ping-pong ball.
Humiliation the game, the victor, no one.
I feel desperate and alone. I want to cry.
Fear, sadness, and agony achieved.
I don’t know how much longer I can take this!
Bored, looking for the next target to feel superior to.
I’m exhausted from this continued abuse.
I need to push myself over the edge to freedom.
Originally published 7/16/2018 on I Write Her.
Unoriginal
Redux
Originally posted on I Write Her 7/8/2018. Published here with revisions.
my thoughts are unique
or are they
am i an original
or just a borrower from the inspirers of my past
i fear the quality words
will all have been spoken
i wonder when it’ll all have been said
will my voice be muted before i die
before i leave my mark…
A Visit From Charlotte
i must be getting more compassionate
when a visit from an itsy bitsy spider
doesn’t send me in a tailspin
and elicit a scream
it’s either that or i’m loosening up
this creepy-crawly fear of mine
well hello there, girl
move along in peace
Peace, Please
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #219 – War is at the doorstep.
What do you expect me to do? & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Lovers
“We’re lovers, not fighters!”
“War is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do?“
“Don’t let them in.”
Skipping A Beat
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #183 & Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Flutter
my gaze
off in the distance
my mind
in the land of wishes
my heart
beating with a flutter
my fear
never seeing you again
Burnt
like a candle melting
hot little piecemeal pontifications
emerge from between the edge of lips
they’ll singe and sting for a bit
one utterance forward and two psychosis’ back
to a place where anxiety takes the reigns again
add in a bit of depression
where the blackness overrides the chaos
sleep becoming a refuge
like a candle doused
this flame inside extinguished
a life rising up as dead-smelling smoke
Not Repulsed
subjecting ourselves
to scream-producing eerie things
vile and sick things
or revolting and heave-inducing things
wanting fear to take over
allowing ourselves to be unnerved
a freakish desire for jolts to our nervous system
…what is wrong with us or rather, you?
Ominous
with all we’ve seen this year
where’s the hope that it will get better
dread has crammed itself
into every pocket of our lives
this feeling of more shoes dropping
more devastation landing
on already piles high wreckage
an upcoming worrisome election
more and more people dying
from covid and violence
anger abounds in every major city
disillusionment rampant
four more months to go
i fear 2020 is not done with us yet
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